It's hard to balance everything in life.

The spot where things hang in the correct balance is SUCH a small one.

Last night Ernie picked me up from work and we headed over to Krannert Center.  They were announcing the upcoming season's shows and there was free wine and food involved. I made the mistake of asking Ernie if he'd given the boys an early dinner. Suffice to say he hadn't, I thought he should have, he thought I was being a bitch and really….we were both right. Eventually he pulled over because he said he couldn't drive if I was going to yell at him. I wasn't yelling. Honest. At least I don't think I was. Eventually we got to KCPA and sat down. He got us both a glass of wine and I took a few sips and told him why I was cranky…that I was worried about A, frustrated with B and tired of C. We both started to relax. He got a little plate of food and let me eat his spanakopita which tasted good even though it was a tad soggy. Things started to feel more balanced.

He got us a second glass of wine and we listened to them run through all the plans for next season. The staff at Krannert Center are ridiculously good at what they do because for the price of some wine and food they got us wanting to buy a HELL of a lot more tickets than we would have otherwise. I kept thinking, "oh, Owen would love that" and "oh, we should take Owen to see THAT" and "well, Leo's just going to have to suck it up because I want to take them BOTH to that."

We won't be able to afford all the tickets we want but we'll get some and figure that's our Christmas present to each other or some other rationalization that I am so good at creating.

And we'll try to make it all balance out.