So off I go, full of pep, checkbook in hand, Famous Credit Card at the ready. I signed them up for the two sessions and paid for both in advance, as paying in advance netted you a 15% discount per child -- not too shabby, I thought, as it would at a minimum cover the extra fees for the field trips they have.
Upon return to the familial manse: "Are you insane!?!? Why didn't you call me and ask me first?!?! Chr*st I KNEW I couldn't count on you! Can't you do ANYTHING right? God! You're USELESS!"
So I'm gonna go with Control Freak.
You are being kind. I call that verbal abuse. In my home that could only happen once. My husband would never have willingly done me a favor again. And I would have understood.
