Last night in bed I asked dp if he could take ds out for a few hours at the weekend so I could start to prepare/plan for september (I teach). I'm due to go back to school in sept after mat. leave, full time, after my flexible working hours request was rejected (long story) tears and tantrums prevailed and in the end, after a lot of soul searching had to decide to resign or go back to teaching full time.
I panicked at the thought of surviving on only one income, no pension contributions, lack of career development, might not get a job in the future etc etc, that we decided to try full time.
(we had changed our mortgage, got rid of a car, and made provisions so I could afford to just go back part time)
So that was that.
Anyway, last night he says to me, in a huff, well I wouldn't have to if you weren't going back to work.
Wtf? So I say that I thought he wanted me to work, couldn't afford not to, etc, and he says No, he never did.
I'm fuming, so I'm going back to work full time, in a time consuming job when I don't want to, and ds is having a go at me for going back to work.
So of course argument prevails with me saying it's a bit late for you to be telling me that now, you should have made your feelings clear before, and he says he did, but he soooo didn't.
I'm fuming.
And to top it off, I've got to pop into school now to collect stuff to do my medium term planning for september now, instead of playing with ds.
Arghhhhhhhh