unfair

I'm being passive aggressive and mean today.

For the last week and a half, Nature Boy has been in Kansas, stalking unsuspecting wildlife. It was a very expensive "vacation" for us -- several hundred dollars for licenses, food, lodging, etc. -- at a time when we really can't afford to be spending that kind of money on something that he can do in our backyard.

I hate this "vacation" because not only do I get to do the solo parent thing (which I truthfully don't usually mind) but we have to close the archery shop because I cannot manage full-time day job + symphony + freelancing gigs + child + child activities and the archery shop. So not only do we pay a shitload of money for him to go to Kansas to hunt things that wander around our land, but we lose between $500 and $1,000 a day not having our business operating.

But, hey! We get food out of it, right? Before he left, Nature Boy was making wild promises of not just one but two deer and a pheasant.

Umm... yeah. He got skunked. He did not kill a single animal. Well, except for 40-some mice that invaded his cabin.

But he did call me daily to bug me about checking on the shop, making sure this got done and that got done and packages were picked up and such.

So I'm a little pissed.

He got home about 2:30 this morning and today I made him open the shop. Now, I'm here also, working on my one day off this week. But he's trying to lay a guilt trip on me about being here because he was going to take a day off and take me out for dinner tonight. And all I can think of is that if we do go out for dinner we'll be in a public place and there will be witnesses when I stab him in the eye with my fork.

So am I wrong to be so upset about this or am I justified in my indignation? I'd like some perspective because the red haze of rage is clouding my vision a little.