Hey Sheila, thanks for stopping by. Well, it turns out I didn't go. After he hung up, I still fully planned to go. But then he called me back and asked how much we would have to pay if we weren't there to pick up the kids in time. I said I don't know, but not picking them up isn't really an option H, those people wait for us so they can go home to their families. He said well, I don't know what to tell you, the ship is getting underway tomorrow and they have stuff they have to get done before the ship can leave. If he was telling the truth, which I have to assume he is, who's plans are easiest to cancel....my kids had to get picked up! So I talked to my boss and apologized. Told him H had to work late unexpectedly.

Then as if all that wasn't bad enough, I get to the school to pick up my kids and S5 literally starts crying b/c I came to pick him up and not Daddy. He keeps asking me "Why are you here? Where's Daddy, Daddy always picks us up, I want Daddy." Then he says "Why do you always pick us up so late?" I knew those were not his words. I said "S5, who says that? Who says that I pick you up late?" He said "Daddy does, but it's true. Look how dark it is outside!"

I'm so disgusted by everything I can barely breathe.


"Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."

- Nathaniel Hawthorne