St. Patrick's Day, one of my most favoritest days! DH knows that I love this Day and what it means to me. This year we had the skids and I wanted to make it fun for them. DH and skids are not Irish and to them it was just another day. The skids don't even know what it is.
After being told by DH that skids or he would not eat the Corned beef and cabbage I originally planned, I decided I would go against my own rule (of only making one meal and you eat it or not), and made both corned beef and cabbage and shepards pie. I spent all afternoon making both meals, making brownies, cutting the brownies into shamrock patterns, coloring icing green and icing the brownies. I thought we could all watch a movie, as a family (darby McGill and the Little people)! to finish off the night.
While cooking i realized that the SS4 would be at DH's XIL's until DH could pick him up after work. That meant that SS4 would be at XIL's through dinner time. I text DH and tell him to text her and tell her to tell her parents not to feed SS4 dinner. DH responds "I can't she's at work. (ummmm, u being at work has never stoped her from texting you!) He continues by saying, "don't worry, SS4 will eat with us." Now SS6 was home with me all day and saw me cooking and knew what we were having for dinner (he is a picky eater, but did not fuss about the food).
When DH gets home with SS4, SS4 is already crying over God knows what. I asked if SS4 ate and DH replies SS4 said yes, yet when DH stoped at McDonalds for Shamrock shakes for us to split with dessert, SS4 asked for chicken nuggets.
Dinner is ready, table is set, both boys look at the food and freak out! I mean full on tantrum! They don't want it, what is it, they don't want it! We try to bribe them with dessert, but they refuse to touch their food. I sent them both to their room screaming and crying for their mommy. DH tries to pull the whole, well, SS4 did say he ate at XIL's house.
I thanked DH for ruining one of my most favoritest days practically in tears. He responds, so this is my fault?! I say "yes, yes it is your fault. I asked you to text her and you didn't. You also have XIL's number you could have called them directly or even given me the number and I would have sucked it up and called. But you didn't. SS4 would have eaten had he not eaten at XIL's. SS7 would have eventually eatten or atleast would have stayed at table with us. But instead I'm sitting here barely able to eat my food I'm so angry, with two screaming/crying spoiled brats upstairs in their room. So thank you." I barely talked to him the rest of the night.
Sunday comes around, I'm still livid, we end up doing what DH and skids want to do, despite the fact that I had said I didn't want to do it and the skids acted like crazy lunatics all day, so I barely talked to them Sunday either. All day long DH is going, "are you ok?, what's wrong?, somethings not right." I'm sorry, how many times do I have to tell him? Im not going to tell him again. Is it so much to get an "I understand that you are upset about St Patricks Day, I should have tried harder, you did work hard to put something special together for us." ?
Im tired of going out of my way to do things as a family, to make our time together pleasurable.