Grrr...

It's been that kind of morning today.
Hubby and I had a long conversation yesterday afternoon on my home from work about all of the things that we needed to get done today....including but not limited to haircuts, grocery shopping, some errands for my trip this week, etc.  We planned out how things were going to happen and approximate time frames (really I am not that anal usually about weekend plans but he needs structure these days and there are things that I need to get done on top of the paper that I need to write for my class).  This conversation took place at about 3:30 yesterday.
Fast forward to 5:30 and I get a text message from him....I made an appointment to take the truck in at 8:30 tomorrow morning.  I need your car for the day cause I have to go into the office.
I texted him back that we would talk about it when he got home.
This really irked me for several reasons, the conversation we had already had about everything that needed to get done withstanding
1) He has had problems with his truck for the last six months.  He has scheduled several appointments for his truck in the last six months and has cancelled every one of them so that we can travel up to his parents house because they have snapped their fingers and demanded that we asked that we  come up.  These are not issues that needed to be fixed immediately
2) He has no idea how much money he has in his checking account at any point in time.  Usually he will call and discuss it with me to make sure that there will be money to pay for such repairs (this will be the second time in the last three months that the amount is above $1000 for repairs on his truck)
3) In our previous conversation I had asked him if he needed to go into the office on Saturday and he said no- that he was going there before he came home.

So I was a little peeved when he got home...we sat down to dinner and started talking and I asked him if he recalled the conversation he and I had about the errands we were getting done first thing on Saturday morning.  He looked at me like I had ten heads and said well I didn't think that we had put anything in stone about them.  We can do them on Sunday.  To which I tried to calmly remind him I had a paper to write and that the game was one etc.  and then he walked away.  I asked him why he needed to go to the office- which he said that he decided not to go tonight and to go in the morning...which is fine but he has been gone for six hours....with my car- so I can't even get all the stuff done that I need to get done because I don't have a car.
I understand that things happen and I know that we need to fix his truck.  I even know that he travels a ton and that all of this will be better for the truck.  I know that the weekend is the most logical time for it to get done because we are both home and both of our vehicles are in the driveway.  And yet it still upsets me.
Sounds silly doesn't it?  I am writing this going I can't believe that I am actually going to post this but I am upset about the whole thing (and what's a blog about if not to be able to vent).
I just wish that he had stopped...for five seconds and thought about getting this done.
That he had picked up the phone and talked to me about it....and asked to use my car today...because of course he can...because I am a logical person and rearrange my schedules to accommodate things like this...but I guess I am irked because he didn't think about asking...think about making sure that it was "okay" with me....
I know that there are bigger things out there....but man....this one got right under my skin....