If I try to fill in all the details of this situation, it’ll tend strongly toward TLDR, and I’ll bias it beyond all recognition. So, here’s the outline:
I haven’t had a vacation in over five years. I’ve had my nose to the grindstone, in more ways than one, for a very long time. I have taken Christmas Day off, and pretty much nothing else, for several years now.
My wife is going to the Virgin Islands for a week, on a work trip.
Her parents live nearby, are well off, and could easily keep our baby son for a few days. The kid would be fine. He loves them, is comfortable around them, etc.
Guess what. Profit? Nope. My wife asks her goddamn MOTHER to go on the trip with her.
Right, so the well-off retiree gets to go to a gorgeous tropical island for a week, and the frazzled, on-the-edge dad gets to fucking stay at home with the kid.
What the hell? The kicker is that I never had a choice. I was never even asked. She says that her original idea “came from a good place, and that she was intending to take the baby with them,” giving me a break for a week, but then she “decided that the baby couldn’t fly for that long.”
GodDAMN it. What the hell do you want me to say?!
Now she thinks everything should be hunky dory, because I should have forgiven her by now. Except they’re leaving tomorrow, and guess who’s staying with us tonight before they leave for the airport. Right, her mom, and I’m going to get to listen to them talk about plans, while I wipe snot out of the baby’s nose all night, grade 75 rough drafts, and plan for another week of getting up early, staying up late, and lab work.
I feel like we’re not on the same team here, and even if we were, I’m benched. Fuck.