Birthdays suck.

I'm tired of having birthdays. I guess I need to realize they are no different than any other day of the week, at least mine isn't. While I try to do special things for Tony's and the boy's birthdays, my birthday is just a day for the 5 of them to relax and complain. The boys have tried extra hard not to listen or do as I ask today, and I went to bed with no clean laundry to fold and a clean down stairs, you wouldn't know that now. I've done the dishes, washed my bedding, washed Zachary's bedding, and Zander's diapers. I then took the boys to the events at the library and then we went to the movies. Since then Tony has spent quality time playing a video game, taking a relaxing bath and wandering aimlessly through the house. The kids have trashed the back yard and the living room. Now I'm just trying to leave the house to do something alone, but now Tony is going to mow the yard and leaving the baby alone in the house. Guess I either don't get to go or I get to take him with me.
I just asked for one dang thing for my birthday, an oil change in my car. I just wanted Tony to take it and do it. Other than offering on the 3rd to do it on the 4th when I thought they would possibly be closed he obviously has no intentions of doing that for me. I knew I should have just taken it last Thursday when the place was empty.
July 6th is just like any ordinary day at our house.