*I don't mean to sound resentful, but it was just another week of work for me in a different setting. I am very happy that we took the lake vacations with the kids. Those vacations are some of their fondest memories.
Oh, no, I totally get this. One of the worst vacation meltdowns I ever had was on a family reunion trip with DH's family. (WHY do my meltdowns always seem to happen around DH's family? WHY?) DH and his out of town cousins went on a pre-arranged fishing trip and were to meet us at the cabins. I had spent all day with the relatives, packing up, organizing, driving the kids to the destination, wrangling them while we waited for our cabin to be ready (Patriarch Uncle insisted we all leave for the destination by X time, knowing that the brochure stated the cabins wouldn't be ready for check in before much later. But Patriarch Uncle was sure they'd make an exception for us.
) My son was tired, cranky, hot and whining/crying for most of the afternoon. My daughter was running wild with the cousins outside, but for some reason, Patriarch Uncle kept labeling her the "ring-leader" and said I needed to get a handle on her. (The "ring-leader" of kids five years older than her? Uh, no.)
DH finally gets back. We sit down for a big family dinner, most of which I spend wrangling the kids while DH talks to his relatives. I finally sit down to eat after fetching plates for the kids, drinks, replacing a dropped fork, another helping of salad for DD, etc. And before my fork can reach my lips, DH says, "Hey, honey, can you grab me another soda?"
My, "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" was heard all across the lake, I believe. I went back to our cabin alone without eating because I was afraid of having a public hissy fit. The ensuing argument that night was AWFUL. DH and I usually get along beautifully together. His way-above-his-usual-behavior obliviousness just caught me on the wrong dang day. To this day, three years later, DH's relatives still believe we're teetering on the edge of divorce.