I'm irritated. My normally thoughtful husband was not being very thoughtful. I have fairly full days or work the rest of this week. Friday is his mother's birthday. We were supposed to take her out for dinner. My husband tried to get a reservation at this restaurant she wanted to go to but they only had a 5 PM and a 7:45 PM available, which are too early and too late respectively, so instead of talking to me first, he told her that we would just have her and her boyfriend up for dinner Friday night around 6:15. Then he came in and announced that to me, telling me he was thinking either lobster or Chilean seabass, neither of which does he know how to cook. I suggested a different restaurant, but he said that they are all going to be busy because of Hall of Fame weekend and the World Series of Golf going on. So I reluctantly said okay (even though this means I will have to rush to get everything done), and that Chilean seabass was going to be a better idea. He said he was leaning towards the lobster, but I shot that down because the seabass will cook faster and is easier to prepare. But this means that I have to come home tomorrow, do reports, and then clean my house because my floors are disgusting and my stove is dirty (and my MIL will certainly notice), and then Friday come home, do reports, and hustle to polish wine glasses and silver, break out the good dishes, set the table, prepare appetizers, cook dinner, and then wash dishes while everyone else sits, drinks wine, and chats. At least I can get him to go buy the food instead of my having to hit the grocery store as well, but I am just so much better at picking out good seafood (growing up in FL) that I am praying he gets a good cut of fish. If it was my idea that would be one thing, but after a long day of work I was looking forward to going out to dinner instead of working for several more hours!