Cry Me a River!

I'm not a big crier. Just when watching movies and some times commercials. Not in real life though. Warped, don't ya think? Well, today the Husb comes home and says he won't be home for dinner. WHAT? I won't be home for dinner either!!!!! Once in a blue moon, I actually have plans. Tonight is a recipe exchange with a Mom's Club I'm in. OK, not going to the Mansion or anything, but I have a tiny social life that doesn't involve having to haul the kids with me. Oh, and...these Mom's drink wine! Woohoo! Today I took Poppy to the Doctor for his four month shots. T was with us which only adds to the stress. Needless to say, the baby was not happy about the shots. So, when Husb announces he isn't gonna be home I have an Inner Freakout. If you don't know what that is...it's when all the cuss words you know explode in your head, your face starts turning red, you get really hot and tears start to surface. All the while trying to keep it inside. Husb has to do a Will Execution and this is the only time it can be done. I know what that means...income. I can't bitch...I'm on leave, bring in NADA! :( It's work...we're going to the lake tomorrow, suck it up Niki! So what...you already made your dip, so what that's the only reason you braved Walmart with two kids. (To get the ingredients) So what, you ate at crappy McDonalds for lunch because you promised the kid and even though he's four he can read McDonald's while at Walmart. But alas, the Husb saved the day! He calls my sister and she gets him outta the dog house for double booking. Awwww...thank God for favors and sisters that love your kids and for my sanity. It may seem like a little thing to some, but those that have had an Inner Freakout know just what I'm talking about.