My sweet, sweet FDH tries so hard to be understanding of my peculiar circumstances (childless-not-by-choice, nearing 36 SM) but sometimes he just. doesn’t. get it.

He wants to take the skids on a quick road trip next weekend. He thinks I’m about to be as excited as he is.
I think it sounds like torture, playing pseudofamily and stuffing the four of us in one hotel room for a whole weekend. No escape when the skids get on my nerves.

I think it sounds shitty since I have been DYING to get away somewhere just the two of us (we never have), and the last “vacation” I had consisted of driving 18+ hours with the skids to visit my family, and sleeping on my mom’s living room floor for a week. Sounds relaxing, no?

I think finding someone to take care of our dogs at the last minute like this is impossible, so I’ll use my furbabies as an excuse to stay home alone while he goes and plays with his human kids.

I think he’s going to be severely disappointed that I am not brimming with excitement and bouncing around like a puppy at the thought of being locked in a small room with his spawn for two nights. Oh well. I’ve told him before, if he wanted someone to be as excited about spending every last drop of her free time with the skids as he is, he should’ve stayed with their mom. They’re not my kids, and the annoying things they do aren’t clouded over by the rose colored glasses of parenthood. They’re just annoying.