I'm sure they love us.

At Applebee's that is, luckily we go pretty often, so they know us. The plan had been to meet Orrin and my dad there at about 730, but since Jamie didn't pick Amanda up until about 715, that didn't leave much time for Tom and I to fight, and then make up, and get the kids ready. So we were fasionably late, arriving at 10 after 8pm. And I think the kids had scored some smack from someone in the parking lot on the way in, cuz they were all hopped up. Only 1 beer was spilled, and 1/2 a dish of mac and cheese tossed on the floor. Other than that, it wasn't horrible. Clara made friends with everyone sitting around us, and Jake talked nonstop for 2 hours. But hey, dinner was free (thanks Orrin--I'll BBQ next week) and the kids are laying in bed reading books now. So it's all good.

So the other night Tom didn't get home until 9:15. I left and went and saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. All by myself. A teenager movie. Turns out I was glad to be alone as I CRIED 4 or 5 times. It was sad. I was definatly pmsing. I'm glad I went, but Tom was a little pissed off. Whatever. He obviously got over it. What was really odd, was that he tried to start a little something when I came to bed, but I wasn't interested. This hasnt' happened in a LONG time. Like years. So I felt pretty bad about it, but I was just annoyed, and figured he wouldn't want to continue if I wasn't up for it. Which was true, but he was still hurt. It's all better now, but it felt really odd. Totally disconnected, and I didn't like it. Hopefully that won't happen again anytime soon.