My husband is missing out on all the fun firsts

Today I planned to spend the day doing fun fall things with my husband and 1 year old. My hubby woke up before me and when I woke up at 7am, I realized "OMG! He's not here! WTF?!". I texted him and he responded at 9:30am that he won't be home until "late". He decided to go fishing 3 hours away.

I'm heartbroken because we've been planning this for weeks and he claims he "just forgot". I have been trying to get him to take a day just to spend with us since September and we've either been rained out, or he's off fishing or golfing if it's nice.

I find myself more and more doing things alone and then all he does is make me feel guilty about it because I keep getting all the fun "firsts". I told him that I don't want to keep waiting around for him to take us off the shelf to play with, so I'm going to do these things with or without them. He is always welcome to join us but I'm not waiting around and missing out.

Today was a test. I have been trying to get him to come pick apples, pick pumpkins, and visit the pumpkin patch since the end of September. Each weekend he has an excuse not to go. This is the last weekend we can go because I am not waiting until next week when all the pumpkins are gone. I'm going today but I'm not telling him about it. At least when he cancels next weekend, I'll have beautiful memories and pictures from today.

He doesn't get it and I feel like screaming at him. We do family things MAYBE once a week or less. Our daughter is in bed for 7pm, so most nights he barely sees her. I'm just so fed up with him. He says I'm being passive aggressive by taking our daughter out to do the "fun things" but I told him that I'm not waiting around for him. He is always welcome to join but if he chooses to do other things, what am I supposed to do? Sit around at home?

So yeah... I'm essentially a single mom who is married to a man who decided after he had a kid that he would rather fish and golf. Cool.

Edit: I had a wonderful day with my daughter. My husband just got home and apparently had a terrible day fishing. Poor man. I feel so bad (NOT!). He says, "It turned into a gorgeous day. You know what I wish I'd done instead? It would have been the perfect day for a game of golf. Wish I'd gone golfing instead."

That's nice, dear.

Whatever. I have beautiful memories and pictures from today. I even got some "Mommy and me" pictures because the pumpkin patch had a photographer there doing pictures for $10 a pose.

Oh, and he put a fishhook through the seat of his car and tore the fabric. He also managed to hook himself while trying to unhook it from the seat. Ask me if I feel sorry for him.