#And there was hiking with waterfalls nearby so we'd go do that

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Anyone else ever get randomly smacked in the face with memories and immediately want to go write a kid fic?

Or is it just me?

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Angry sad rant under the cut

As Pepper Ann would say, my life is trash.

Last year we went to a cool cabin for a few days that had a creek and several hiking trails nearby, one even leading to a private waterfall. I worked hard on everything--packing, cooking, cleaning up after everyone, etc. My husband spent a lot of that weekend keeping up a fire that no one asked for, or playing games with the kid.

So this year we booked the same cabin and I told him my issues with the last trip. And I really thought it'd be different. It sorta was; he did the washing up, after being prompted several times. I still packed and planned and cooked and everything else.

Disaster struck this morning when he took our kid to do the hiking trails because he wanted to "let me sleep in" after I made an early breakfast. I woke up and they were gone. By the time they came back, we couldn't go altogether because I had to make lunch. After lunch, the kid had a fever, so I gave her medicine and she took a rare nap.

I was distraught while she napped, because I knew that was that, despite my husband's insistence that all was not lost. I went to the bathroom to cry as quietly as I could. While I was in there, my husband woke her up to try to cajole her into taking another hike. I found her waiting on the couch. She was still burning up, so I told her to go back to bed. She said, "But I want to make mommy happy," which infuriated me, because my emotions are not up to her, and I hate that whatever my husband said made her think that she ought to be responsible. After another good cry outside, I made the executive decision to cut the trip short when her fever got worse.

I'm not upset that she got sick. I'm upset that my husband so poorly predicted what I would've wanted before she got sick. If he had just waited or woke me up, then I would've at least gotten to see the sights before coming home. Now, this trip was just me doing the same shit in a different setting. No, I don't expect him to be a mind reader, and yes I understand he was trying to do a nice thing. But I specifically mentioned last night after dinner that I was looking forward to doing the hikes altogether. So...what the absolute fuck? I know that he assumed we'd have more time, but even if we could've gone, it wouldn't have been the same anyway; our kid had already seen everything. I feel like that reddit mom who prepared for Christmas for weeks, only for her husband to open the presents with their kid because he "wanted to let her sleep in."

Normally, I'm a very pessimistic person. I definitely believe in keeping expectations low, especially for family trips. I'm mad at him but I'm also mad at myself for looking forward to this, and actually believing that I was going to have a good time.

Obviously, our homecoming was supposed to be happier. Right before we left, I had hidden candy filled eggs around the house so the kid could find them as soon as we got home; the Easter bunny visit is down the drain too. My husband keeps apologizing. I'm just so exhausted and sad.