DH has wanted to go look at houses in a particular area so I get home with DD from her Sat. morning class and we eat lunch. DH is still in bed at noon.
We finally get him out of bed, he eats, and we leave. 10 min. into the drive, DD throws up in the car. She seems fine after she threw up and she must have just gotten car sick. DH is pouting because we can't continue to go where we were planning and we return home. We get home he goes upstairs and goes back and lays down on the bed, leaving me with a messy kid, car seat, and car. He's acting like a freaking 2 year old.
I get DD bathed and cleaned up and am trying to get the car seat apart to clean and can't get one part off. He gets all huffy and puffy about trying to help me. God the man drives me up the wall sometimes!!!!
Now he's out mowing the lawn and says to just forget looking at the area for houses which we could easily go do tomorrow since I know he has nothing planned.
I swear this happens every year on Mother's Day weekend. He always get pouty about something and there goes my Mother's Day. Ugh!!
He sounds like he needs a good dose of reality. When I find myself in this position, I get up early and leave the house for a run. H is forced to deal.