DH and I have a rule that any time away for work or personal life needs to go in each other's calendars e.g. dinner with friends, weekend away. It's usually after the "does this work?" conversation. This is how we juggle parenting (DD8) responsibilities e.g. school pick up. Both have busy FT jobs so keeping track is important.
Anyway, DH had the opportunity to present in a country at the opposite side of the world and jumped at it. He OK'd it with me with what he said was a couple of days tourism afterwards (spoiler: he's added five days for tourism). I checked the diary and he had one weeklong camping trip in June. It was a push but I said OK because it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
I go to London a lot with work (manager) and my boss asked me to do a presentation in June. It was a free date in the diary and I provisionally agreed. When I popped DH a message and added it to the calendar, he responded that he was away that week on another weeklong camping trip in June. So that's two weeklong camping trips with two different friends (no OW, I know both the friends) and 1.5 weeks for work tourism.
I was really annoyed and said so but ultimately what could I do because by that time everything was booked and paid for. He gets touchy when I get cross after he announces at the last minute that his camping friend is staying with us last night before getting flight. I don't have a problem with that in principle, it's the last minute slow and inconsistent delivery of information. For example, he wasn't clear on his departure date (said it was one thing then another, I was called to London but it turned out it was the first day and it left me up the shitter).
We talked all of this out but did leave me a bit resentful and cross. He's now having a blast of a time with cultural experiences while in my world, our cat has gone missing. I'm beside myself with worry and I've been staying up into the early hours then up again to look for him. DD has started saying things like she hates her body (trying to listen/parent best I can) and work has just been an absolute shitshow with out of nowhere deadlines.
I'm struggling to keep my head over the water. I love writing and exercise, but can't bring myself to stop scrolling my phone, whether for the cat or just doom scrolling. I clearly need a kick up the butt.
We've been out putting up flyers and searching every nook and crevice for twat cat who I love probably too much and I'm covered in head to toe in sodding bites from the searching and resisting the urge to scratch.
I know none of these are DH's fault but I'm a festering pot of resentfulness and crossness and I can't pull myself out of it. I've tried doing fun things with DD and even doing nothing and just chilling. But I've wound myself up and I'm too tired to get a grip. My Mum used to beat a carpet in the garden to get her stress out, which I could bloody do with right now.