Weird musing, would like input from the hive mind...
Today both toddler and baby DD were ill, nothing sinister or scary just your bog standard "cough til you vomit and feel like a furnace" kiddy bug. DH had his standard all day team sport fixture, which happens every Saturday, so it was just me with the littles which was fine, we watched Encanto 3 times and had lots of cuddles. Anyway he got home at 8ish (just in time to help me change the sheets on DD1s bed as she'd been sick again) and we sat down to dinner (with baby DD2 still awake). When we'd finished eating, I said "if you fancy popping up to the club for a drink, I don't mind".
BUT I DO MIND. Why did I say that?! He hadn't even suggested that he go back out (he didn't want to, is still at home) and I really didn't want him to go back out. So why the fuck did I say I wouldn't mind!?
I do this all the time. I tell him I'd be fine if he did XYZ (never anything rogue, just standard stuff) when in reality it would be a pain in the bum, or I just don't want him to, or whatever. It's not like I'm doing it to set him up, either, because I'm not pass agg about it afterwards, and it's not point scoring because he's more than fantastic about ringfencing my time to myself, so WTF am I doing!?
Anyone else do this? Is it a hangover from my "cool girl" phase in my teens?