Fucking hell. OP can’t do right for doing wrong here.
Her family told her they wanted to do an activity on a certain day at a certain time, so like a good willing servant she went ahead and organised and booked it for them. Then, when the day arrives, she gets up with the baby, gets herself and the baby ready while her husband stays in bed. And then she realises that all the effort she put into organising the day for her husband and children was for nothing because they weren’t even bothered enough to be up on time.
But of course it’s OP’s fault for not making sure they got up.
And then it’s also the OP’s fault for being upset that the booking was wasted.
And it’s also OP’s fault for not wanting to go later, despite not having a booking for a later time, and also despite the fact that she has a baby in a routine and if you fuck yo that routine it means a whole broken night of waking and crying, which no doubt OP will deal with alone because her husband’s the kind of arse that sleeps in until 11.
And it’s the OP’s fault for not wanting to go on her own even though no doubt the activity booked was something that teenagers would want to do and a baby wouldn’t give a shit about.
And it’s also the OP’s fault for caring that the day has been wasted, because giving a shit means she’s controlling.
Yet the husband and teenagers who enthusiastically encouraged OP to make the booking for the time she did, and who then proceeded to stay in bed until almost lunchtime are somehow the poor hard done by ones!!
Honestly, it’s like an alternative universe on here sometimes, where feminism never happened.
Fuck all of that noise.