So I ended up NOT going to see Footloose last night. I was on the way to Pizza Hut to get dinner and I realize I keep complaining about being gone from home and here I was going to a high school play with a 18 year old for no good reason. It was something I could give up. And in the end, it was a good decision. I got the house cleaned up, got to spend time with the family. I opened the paper today to a picture of it and had a twinge of regret that I didn’t see it but I’m sure I would much more regret walking around a dirty house today and the guilt that I was gone ANOTHER evening. I completely understand that I need time away from the kids. But they were gone Friday night and part of Saturday, I literally been gone all day Sunday, all day Monday until 7pm and then today they were at school, and will be at MILs until almost 9pm tonight and tomorrow night I have to work overtime as well. So I don’t know, it just seemed like too much. Some days I just need time at home going nowhere. And Scott was off so we were all together. With his crazy schedule, we don’t get that on a regular basis. I don’t know I keep trying to work out why I didn’t go to a high school play, so moving on….