So, a few months ago my husband was planning this 4 day fishing trip with his dad. He wanted to go "fall fishing" because apparently it's the best. His thinking was that he would then be on parental leave and sort of not working, so he wouldn't have to use vacation days or anything. I put a stop to his plans because his trip would co-incide with my first or second week back at work, and I wasn't sure how the transition would go. I also thought it was incredibly inconsiderate to expect me to get up an hour earlier than usual to take the baby to his mom for the day so I could get to work on time (ie, getting up around 4:45) on two work days, AND be the 100% parent for the weekend. So, we have this discussion and he agrees, that's asking a lot and not fair. Cool. Life goes on.

For the record, he went fishing for 4 or 5 days when the baby was just a few months old, so it's not like he NEVER gets to go.

THEN! His dad sells his cabin (12 hours away from home) and needs help to clean it out. He enlists my husband. The story is "my dad's getting old, he needs help bringing the boat back, we gotta get rid of all this stuff up there, etc". And I don't want to be the miserable wife that says no all the time, so I'm like, fine. A 3 day trip then turns into a 4 day trip, and my lovely mother-in-law is going to drive here monday morning, before 7am (bless her heart!) so I can be at work on time. I'm not thrilled, but life goes on.

The baby is being totally insane these days and WILL NOT NAP and has been crying more today than her ENTIRE life combined, and at noon he sends me a text saying that they finished cleaning the cabin and they're going fishing for the rest of the day. And tomorrow.

I'm furious. I hate being home alone and he knows it. I also just started back at work this week, and that's been a big adjustment for me. I think it was really selfish of him to go. And I'm mad.