I tricked DH into coughing up skid’s holiday visitation itinerary
DH and I had a heated text exchange, while I was at work today. Ultimately, I ended up clapping back at him in regards to how I have to lurk his parent’s public social media accounts, every effing year, just to find out when skid will be here for summer AND Christmas visitation.
DH said “Skid will be here on the 17th.”
I didn’t even bother inquiring how long he knew this information, because I always get a “I just found out myself, momjeans!”
The 17th is our DD’s birthday. And looking back to a statement DH made the other night, it all kind of makes sense.
The other day DH told me that he was thinking about taking DD with him to his morning CrossFit class on the 17th, because he thought it “would be fun!” for her. But, based on his past behavior, I can totally see this as a ploy to cart DD along with him to the airport to pick up skid, after his class - without being forthcoming with me of this plan.
So, as it kind of came all together to me on my drive home from work this evening, I made the executive decision to take DD and DS to the next big city over from us for a fun-filled day of the children’s museum, the LEGO store, lunch, ice-cream, etcetera on the 17th, which means the kids and I will head out first thing that morning. Meaning there will be no “I just found out skid is arriving at the airport, DD and I are meeting her there!” shenanigans.
I told DH of my plan a short while ago, to which he replied “I wish you would have told me, so I could have scheduled myself off of work that day.”
Huh? Spoiler alert: this is just one of DH’s lame knee jerk guilt trip sprinkled reactions to me asserting myself without him.
(If you’re familiar with my DH’s nonsensical and shady behavior in the past, surrounding skid’s visits and top secret itinerary plans, then this will be stupidly hilarious to you too.)