DH has just come off the phone with his friend and told me he's arranged for all of us (himself, me, and two DD's 2y and 3y and even the bleedin' dog) to go spend a long weekend at his friend's house. They're perfectly nice people and have a perfectly nice son. (although his friend's wife is a bit of a worrier in her efforts to be a good hostess)
To me this is a frickin nightmare. 5 hour car ride with two kids, to sleep 4-in-a-bed in someone else's house, kids routine shot, I won't be able to poo for days and no head space. I do quite enjoy hosting in my own house, though, because I can slip off to clear my head if I need to. (10 minutes online here and there or a quick walk down to the village shop will do).
DH and I have been down this route in the past (couples holiday on a canal boat, etc.) but he just doesn't seem to get that it's not my cup of tea to be in forced proximity to other people especially when it's not in my normal environment. To me it feels like added stress and effort instead of a relaxing weekend.
So now we've had a row about it because he saw that I wasn't thrilled and escalated into "un-fucking believable, why are you such an antisocial heinous bitch?" I feel bad because I know he really wants to go and will be disappointed if we don't but I will actually hate it if we do go. So it feels like my choices are
a) go along and try to cover up the stress/unhappiness.
b) not go and still be unhappy because my husband will be disappointed and think I'm a heinous bitch.
So AIB a heinous bitch to not want to accept this invitation? (Don't worry, I can take it. I won't huddle up in the corner and sob if you say I am. Not for too long anyway!)