Last Week of November

I can't believe it.  Just last week I officially aged another year.  Talk about depressing.  Especially when your prodigy can't even remember that they ought to give mom a birthday kiss, hug, or, hell, I'd have taken even a "hello."  Alas, didn't happen.  My daughter said happy b-day in passing, then left.  My son, who is usually my more affectionate and such of the two, didn't remember until his dad, my EX for goodness sake, waltzed in with a stupid humor card to accompany the one he delivered to me from his mother.  My mom called.  My sister called.  My dad - forgot.  My brother... he sent a text message to me the weekend prior.  I ask you, how impersonal was that? 

I guess I just needed to vent.  Now, I need to get myself in gear and finish the manuscript.  (I keep saying that... one of these days it's gonna happen.)