@UpsideDownside OMG yes, re: attempts to ‘help’ that end up massively stressing him out, causing 1000 times more angst and work.
DH gallantly announced he would sort a costume for a school event for DC. I was a bit alarmed, because he has form for going into full-on frustrated artist mode with kids’ costumes, creating big weird complicated Tim Burton style things that DC is too embarrassed to wear. Which then makes DH cross and moany.
Fortunately, given the above, he forgot all about it until 2 days before the costume was needed, when at my gentle prompting he went into an anxious frenzy about the costume being precisely right: DC wanted a sword but technically shouldn’t a pirate have a cutlass? Hours of research ensued. Should he have a bandana or a pirate hat? Or both? Eye patch or no eye patch? Running each option past DC, who DH knows gets anxious about costumes and special days to begin with and can’t handle being asked direct questions.
Gentle suggestions that he might back off a tiny bit were taken as criticism. Then, because the right costume was not available for next day delivery, he chose one that it turns out will take at least 6 weeks to ship from China.
Somehow this is the school’s fault, the internet’s fault, China’s fault, etc etc. No possibility of just letting it go as ‘one of those things’, he has to shake his fist in impotent fury at the gods of commerce.
So I went to order a random pirate costume from Amazon to arrive the next day. Easy. Would have been easier without DH hovering over my shoulder saying ‘but that costume says 8-10. DC is 7.’
Yes, but he is the size of an 8 year old. I know because I buy all his clothes.
‘But he’s not the size of a 10-year-old. 8-10 will be too big.’
Even if it is, better too big than too small, right? With a child who has huge sensory stuff around clothes being too tight?
‘Yes but it’s 8-10. DC is 7.’
IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER
The ability of this man to sweat the small stuff to fucking death. Honestly. 🤯