Sorry to steal your subject line pie - but this just sums up how I am feeling tonight.
Dh and I were due to go to Sandown tonight for dh's friends 30th birthday party. I was told about this 2 weeks ago, agreed to go and organised babysitter.
A few days ago he tells me that "the whore" an ex of his who is still friends with some of his friends (actually she has slept with most of them hence the nickname) was going to be there. I hate this woman, and she hates me, and I find it very hard to enjoy myself when she is around (2nd time we met she walked up to dh, knowing I was there, and said "so are you still sh*ing that pig)
Yesterday he tells me that everybody will be getting the 4.30 train to Sandown, so I will need to leave work early - not possible so we arrange I will join them later.
I am not drinking at the moment so would have had to be sober amongst a group of drunks. I've also had a crap week at work so far, and been on a course all day today so have lots to catch up on.
All of the above led me to decide this am that I really didn't want to go. Having told dh this a mini row ensued about why I hadn't said anything before -which I know I should have, but he agreed to make my excuses, if I cancelled babysitter and apologised for messing her about.
So I go to work swtch on my mobile on the way to find a text from babysitter saying v.v. sorry but can't do tonight as she's ill.
Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger Bugger
So I could have had a dh who was immensly grateful that I'd given up our eveing out so that he could still celebrate his mates birthday, but instead I have one who is flummoxed by my capriciousness.