Just when I thought things were getting better...
Last week was a tough one. We spent the better part of the week either fighting, being snippy, or not speaking at all. Or in my DHs case, pretending like everything was unicorns and rainbows. Fast foward to last night and things were significantly better. Everything was out in the open. We did a lot of talking, though the conversation went in directions I didn't expect, but ultimately we're in a better place. I didn't have to drop the D-word...my BKs did that for me...in not so many words. It was both awkward and a little funny. Suffice it to say, the seed has been planted in DHs mind that maybe I mean business and I didn't even have to make the threat myself.
BUT THIS MORNING....
Let me fill in some back story before we get started. BS4 had a sleep study last night. He snores like a lumberjack and we suspect sleep apnea. I spent the night with him at the hospital while DH stayed home with BS6 and the skids. Skids weren't home when I left last night because SD17 was at work (she got a JOB! HALLELUJAH!) and SS16 was at a cross country team event. Whatever.
So we get home at the wee hour of 6:30am and I march right into the bedroom to start getting ready for work. DH follows and says in hushed tones "So, SD17 came home late last night and we had a talk. She told me her schedule for the next few weeks. We're basically not going to see her because she's so busy." Whoop-dee doo. Tell somebody who gives a sh*t.
But then he drops the bomb.
SD17 has decided that she wants to try for homecoming court. If she gets nominated that means a wildly more expensive dress and that DH will need to attend the homecoming game to escort her onto the field.
Guess what else happens to be the night of homecoming?
A concert that we've been planning to see for MONTHS. I bought tickets for DH to see Eric Church for his birthday - at HIS request. We rented a hotel. We made reservations at a fancy restaurant that I've been begging to go every year since we got married. He agreed because it just happens to be in the same town as the concert. I can cancel the hotel without a pentalty but the tickets are non-transferable. Either we use them or they were a waste of $160.
Might I be getting worked up over something that won't come to fruition? Possibly. But SD17 managed to become student council president just by walking around the halls for one day and saying 'vote for me'. I'm a little concerned that she could win this contest too and f*ck us all sideways. Her stepdad could walk her out onto the field easily enough but I doubt that DH is going to let the man his ex cheated on him with do that. Especially when it is SD17s senior year and this is one of many last chances to do sh*t while she's still in HS.
My rant is selfish. I get it. But I'm so tired of the skids plans f*cking things up for us. DH might be willing to martyr himself for their happiness but I sure as hell am not.