First up, I know this is trivial and in the grand scheme of things completely unimportant, and we're still pretty lucky to be going, but I am gutted and cheesed off with DH.
We have 2 children, who have been begging for ages to go to Disneyland Paris.
We can't afford it on our own, so my Mum suggested that instead of buying loads of stuff for the kids, they'd pay for a trip to Disneyland as their Christmas present.
So we looked into it, found a fab deal for a 3 night stay to leave Boxing Day and we booked it last week.
DH and I agreed to keep it quiet, and not say anything at all until the morning we leave.
Saddo that I am, was really looking forward to seeing their faces when they realise that they're going there and then.
I went out for a couple of hours yesterday, and came back to oldest DC bursting with excitement about Disney.
DH had bloody told them.
I know there's nothing I can do about it, they can't be un-told, we'll still have a fab time, but I'm gutted I didn't even get to be here when they were told