I left my kids at my parents’ house to spend the night tonight so that Jay and I could spend the afternoon reading at Starbucks and then go to a movie. I ate ice cream for a snack, Mexican food for dinner, and had a coke at the movie. Which was The Hangover. And was very funny.
But I felt guilty that I was happy about leaving them and then sad that I would miss them being asleep in my house. I am a mess of angst. Maybe the teenagers are rubbing off of me. At least I didn’t get turned away from a Rated R movie like the kids in front of me. They grumbled, “I knew we should have gone to Regal!” Hee hee. Stupid kids.