At eight o’clock on Tuesday night Hubs got a call to say he had to be somewhere down south (Bournemouth, Brighton? something like that) first thing in the morning and he didn’t get back until after the boys had gone to bed tonight. This happens at least once a month and PISSES ME RIGHT OFF!
Working away from home is one thing. I know it’s part of his job and at least it isn’t as often as it used to be. What annoys me is the lack of notice. These phone calls come out of the blue and suddenly we have to rearrange not just Hubs’ plans but mine and the boys as well. Hubs will call to say he can’t pick up E from pre-school after all because he’s halfway down the M40 and then I’ve got 20 minutes to get T up and changed, me into some clothes I can leave the house in and both of us into the car and across the city center traffic. Even worse, he’ll have been away for a couple of days (so I’ll be flagging and desperate for a break) and he should be on his way back when he gets diverted somewhere else and not only do I have to do another dinner/bath/bed session by myself and whatever I was planning for our dinner goes to waste, I have to tell E that I know he was looking forward to Daddy reading his story but I’m afraid Mummy will have to do (cue tantrum, sulking, being told I’m no good at stories etc).
I used to get stroppy about this happening and we’d have a row about how he needed to prioritise his family or I needed to understand his work commitments. Obviously, this never got us anywhere so I have now developed a much more passive aggressive way of relieving my frustration. While he’s away I write him lists of things he has to do when he gets back. The longer he’s away the more stuff there will be on the list when he returns.
He’s off on Monday so we’re looking forward to a nice three day weekend. This weeks last minute trip means Hubs now has a to do list that includes:
- Build the new shelves for the living room
- Move E’s bedroom furniture into T’s room as they are going to be sharing
- Get the desk down from the loft and put it in E’s old room
- Get the Christmas decorations down from the loft
- Take E to a birthday party at a soft play centre
- Take us all to the Christmas market in town for some sausage and pretzels
Ha! I feel better already.