There are many words that can be used to describe this, depending on personal beliefs. My mom calls it God’s rebalancing, some call it comeuppance, others just deserved fate: I call it Karma.
After starting with the lost vouchers, barely husband’s holiday is not up to his standards.
Remember I used to book/organise every single holiday trip we went on. He always found something to complain about, even if it was the minimal detail, and that’s why I find this so funny.
He booked himself and Raven into a holiday camp. It’s a ‘resort’ of one of the largest holiday camp experience providers in the UK. Once I booked us on a short break at a similar property. I thought it would be fun. We stayed in a caravan, a stationary one, with two bedrooms, toilet, living room with TV and a kitchen. He complained all the way through, saying that was substandard when I actually found it quite nice.
He complained about the site and thought the entertainment in the evening was low class. Typical. I tried to enjoy it, but it was almost impossible with the constant nagging.
I smiled internally when he booked this one saying it was a ‘proper’ one, not in a caravan. Let’s wait and see, I thought.
I texted Raven yesterday to ask if they had arrived (they were going to stop for a night along the way).
“Yeah, at xxx.”
“Is it nice?” I asked.
She didn’t reply. Instead she sent me two pictures: one of the bedroom and one of the bathroom.
I pissed myself laughing. Literally. I know she’s fine anywhere but what I saw was so ‘below his standards’ that I couldn’t help it.
In the bedroom, there were the two tiniest single beds possible, unless you include one of those toddler fun beds. Please remember how he decided we would sleep in separate bedrooms years ago to ‘be more comfortable.’ He spreads himself on a King Size bed and complains if he has to share (we had to, on holidays).
“How is your dad coping with the tiny bed?” I asked.
“He’s upset because there’s no shower (so am I)”
He hates baths. He never, ever, ever has them. Raven does but she prefers showers. Checking the bathroom standards was a must for me, an essential item on the checklist. Once he complained endlessly that the bathroom had a shower curtain, not a screen. He hates shower curtains. In his choice, he didn’t even have a shower!
“Oh! Oops…” was all I managed to say.
“Only 30 minutes WiFi per day,” Raven continued.
That hit her. She likes her YouTube videos and that’s a data drainer.
“Aff! You have data to chat, as least. You have 2Gb, which is the same as mine. You can watch a couple of videos. Not too many.”
“I know. If I do, I’ll watch with the WiFi.”
I’m sorry for her but it’s a massive lesson for him. He was totally reliant on me and then overtly critical.
Karma, baby. Karma.