I lost it on my DH on this last trip two weeks ago.
Some background information:
1. It was 20 degrees hotter that week than the week before. We are from new England, where it had been in the low 60s before we left. At the time of this story, it was 94 degrees outside.
2. I hate being hot and sweaty.
3. My husband cannot plan anything to save his life. Nor can he commit to a plan he made 5 minutes before. We book nothing in advance at Disney, which annoys him because he expects to just be able to get whatever he wants when he decides he wants it, and he does not wait for restaurant tables etc, he will just eat somewhere else. We waste so much time with this behavior basically every day.
4. He is a marathon runner and long distance cyclist so to him walking 10 miles is fun. I disagree.
5. He tends to overreact when he feels guilty for inconveniencing someone with his indecision and start saying things like "I know I'm a terrible person" etc.
So it's around 11:30am. We have just come from Animal Kingdom because husband decided he wanted to see the tigers. We drove because I saw this situation coming. He decides he wants to ride Tower of Terror so we drive to HS, park, and are walking on the path towards the main gates. We are almost to the security line when he says to me "wait, can we take a boat to Epcot from here?"
I say "yes" while trying to sort out my bag because I have to carry his water, sunscreen, hat, etc like a pack mule.
So he says "I want to go to Epcot and get one of those sandwiches in France. Let's go now and leave the car here and come back for it."
I stop rifling through my bag opening pockets, envision the wait at the boat dock, the ride on the loop, getting off at IG, getting searched again, then waiting in line at Les Halles, not being able to find a table inside so sitting outside in 95 degree sun while he eats it, only to have him decide we should just go to test track while we are here.
I lost it.
I don't know verbatim what was said but it escalated to me saying that we never do ANYTHING I would like to do and he can't friggin commit to anything and I was going to call southwest and change my flight and just go home where there is friggin air conditioning. Meanwhile he is saying "I know I'm a terrible person, I'm really sorry, maybe we should just go home."
I forget what we ended up doing but it was not going to Epcot for a sandwich.