Well, that didn’t take long.
Skid and in-laws were here when I got home from work, and DH had the charm turned-up to 11 with me the moment I stepped foot in the door.
Then with skid (almost 13) he was:
He’s cooking throughout all the comments to skid. I just look at him as if to say, ‘Oh yeah? Already?’
I point it out to him the moment after her and in-laws step out the door to leave and he immediately apologizes in an EXTREMELY defensive manner.
He was singing such a different “things are going to be different this summer” tune just a few weeks ago. This summer is going to suck and be volitale. I can feel it.