The Proverbial BUT...

OK, it's a given. I really, honestly, and truly love my hubby, J. He has so many wonderful qualities, I would use up all of Blogger's free space listing them all. Hard working, good provider,faithful, honest, blah blah blah.

BUT..there is one thing that drives me positively ape shit. I have known, from almost the minute we met, how important music is to him. He plays guitars. He possess' MANY (to the tune of 17!) guitars. Fine. I can handle that. He has always had "band camp", usually once a week, to go jam with the guys in the band. I can handle that. Somewhat recently, he has hooked up with a new group of guys that are all great, have families, full time jobs, etc. I am completely aware of what a valuable outlet it is for all of them to just let it go and have a good jam session (while deafening themselves in the process). BUT...these are the most disorganized buffoons around. Wednesday night is standard band camp night. Sometimes they will go for weeks without having practice due to other obligations. Then, suddenly, as soon as J comes home from work on Wednesdays at 6:30, he lets me know that band camp is defiantly on for tonight at 7pm. This sucks for many,many, many reasons. First, and most importantly, O is going thru a "Daddy only" phase where mommy can do nothing right, can't comfort him the right way, can't change his diaper, can't read the book, can't *insert whatever reason here* right. So, being the mommy that I am, I point this out to J saying "can't you guys just get a calendar in front of you saying yes this Wednesday, but xyz can't do 3 Wednesday's from now because of a baseball tournament, and the 3rd Wednesday in October I have to drive my parents to the airport" etc.? HE GAVE ME THE HAIRY EYEBALL FOR SUGGESTING SUCH A PROCESS. HE. GAVE. ME. THE. HAIRY. EYEBALL. He then proceeded to tell me he feels the same way when I have to go my 2nd very part time job on Sundays (Which, by the way, brings in extra $$ for little work AND I haven't been in over a month since I had my wrist surgery). So, you can only imagine. The hairy eyeballs were flying back and forth.
Am I being unreasonable? I can take the critism, honest. Is it too much to ask to have some notice? And not leave everything to the last minute? I told him I have been getting really used to our schedule, without all the last minute changes and this is the last thing that needs to be arranged. Again, I have no problem with him having bandcamp, I would just like to know WHEN he has it. It makes planning dinner much easier. And many other things, but dinner is a biggie, whether to hold it for him, or skip it. (When he has camp, O and I indulge in chicken pot pies because J doesn't like them)

SO, I made him change O's stinky diaper before he left for bandcamp. He is, after all, the only one who can do it right. Hmph. I'll give you a hairy eyeball.