Middle Child’s Day: the aftermath.
Am I upset? Why would I be upset? I’m used to it. It’s not the first time this has happened. But who’s counting? The truth is, it’s never NOT happened before. It’s just business as usual. The same ‘ol same ‘ol.
Sure, it’s not like Middle Child’s Day is some major holiday. It’s only the ONE DAY out of the WHOLE FRIGGIN’ YEAR dedicated to giving a Middle Child some attention. What’s the big deal if you TOTALLY forget it!? Who cares? Not me! I mean, it’s not like it was my birthday or anything, which I might add was also largely forgotten this year.
I will say I don’t think my siblings had to tell me the reason they forgot to wish me Happy Middle Child’s Day was because they were out to dinner. Together. With the rest of the family. I don't think that was necessary. They could’ve just lied, right? But I don’t harbor any grudges. It’s water under the bridge. Even though the exact same thing happened last year. I don't care one bit.
And why should I? Just because I blog and Tweet about Middle Child’s Day ALL YEAR LONG, talk about it on radio, TV, and to anyone who will listen, created Middle Child's Day greeting cards, formed the International Middle Child Union, tried to organize a Middle Child's Day parade, and have made it my mission to single-handedly raise awareness of Middle Child’s Day??? Why would I be disappointed? It doesn't bother me at all. Not even a little. I am SO over it. All is forgiven.
But I’m still working on the forgetting.