And actually, I don't think I'm the one being selfish here any way.
Every year the sea scout group that my DDs belong to run a family camp over the August bank holiday weekend. I absolutely hate every single minute of it. It bores me to tears. I hate camping, I hate boats, I hate the ging-gang-goolie campfire-ishness of it all.
There are also a lot of local events on that weekend that I'd like to do, but I've always missed out and gone along to this bloody camp.
This year, I've put my foot down. I told DH when he booked it I wouldn't be going and now it's this weekend he's realised I'm not changing my mind and that I'm really not going so he's having a hissy fit because I'm 'selfish'
He's a fully grown adult, perfectly capable of looking after his own children for a couple of days.
Why should I, yet again, give up things I really want to do to go to this bloody camp?
And even if I am being selfish, is it really that terribe of me to do something I want for a change?