Before M flew to CA to drop the boys off, he asked me if I was excited to go to Hawaii. At the time, I was dreading the day that I would have to say good-bye to my babies, and I was not looking forward to buttoning things up at work before taking time off so I sullenly said “No, I’m not.”
He said something to the effect of “Oh no. What a tragedy. You get to go to Hawaii on vacation for 10 days. Life is so hard.”
I’m not certain, but I think he was being sarcastic.
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