Long story short: my husband left Thrusday for a 4 day work related trip to Montana (9 hours away) and we've been fighting about it for months. He originally told his job he couldn't go (would not be penalized for it as its a recreational team building thing) because its my first mother's day and he wanted to do something special for me. Then he spoke with his parents who changed his mind and thought he'd be missing out on bonding with his coworkers and boss. Its an opportunity to potentially become closer to the company and not be the odd man out who didn't go. Needless to say, we decided to try couples counseling because we couldn't come to an understanding of each other.
Fast forward to present day, our couples counselor recommended radical acceptance of the trip and I came to terms that he was going and he was to make an effort to make sure I still felt seen, heard and valued.
My mother thankfully was able to sleep over those nights he was gone to help me with my 5 month old. Let's just say my mom is.....a little half in and half out when it comes to parenting and being motherly. My childhood was dysfunctional and its apparent now why I grew up self-reliant and hyper independent. She even commented how no wonder I'm tired as a stay-at-home mom I'm always busy and I never get a break. She was a working mom so she never saw it from the otherside. So most of the weekend, I felt like I was mothering 2 people. But I'm still grateful for the help I was able to get and for her to realize this is a lot of work too.
Now, after communicating with my husband about how hard this weekend has been and how tired I am and how happy I am that he's coming home.....I picked him up from the airport this evening and he goes "so what do you want to eat tonight?"
No reservations made, no thought behind it, no effort. He offered to cook steaks at home knowing that I don't even like steak. He likes steak. He gave me a mother's day card and bought me a fridge magnet and a sticker that says "Montana."
I told him I'm disappointed that after all the counseling and time he had to plan before and after his work trip he still is basically asking me to plan my mother's day dinner. My first mother's day.
He said "I'm sorry I tried." So then I left and went to a nice seafood restaurant nearby, sat at the bar and ordered myself dinner and a drink. It was peaceful and nice. I had an hour and thirty minutes to feel like a person again.
I'm going to let him lead with couples counseling this week. I don't think there's anything more I can do. I'm proud of myself for standing up for myself and taking myself out to dinner to honor my special day. My baby boy deserves a happy momma.