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I went to Nashville for 3 1/2 days. I left Brad here with the girls. Left Friday morning around 7:30, got to I-40 and cried all the way to Memphis. I missed them, despite knowing the break was good for ALL of us, but probably most especially for me. I needed something to break the vicious cycle of insomnia I'd fallen into and I knew Market would wear me out and do just that (it did).

I must confess that Saturday night, though, I began thinking The Worst. I knew Brad had a basketball game to work and he'd taken the girls to my parents. Called Mom and Dad to check on everyone. "We're fine. The girls are spending the night." WHAT?! That was NOT what we'd discussed before I left. It was what HE had wanted to do; however, Mom and I thought the best plan was for her to bring them home and put them to bed in their own beds. She'd wait here until he got home. He didn't really like that idea but said, "Okay" Then, he proceeded to do exactly what HE had planned all along without asking anyone, most specifically - MY PARENTS. A little presumtive, don't you agree?

Anyway, before I go off on that tangent (which I already did) I was immediately pissed when Mom told me the girls were spending the night out there. After I hung up from talking with her, my mind started whirring: "What in the hell was he planning on doing? And he's apparently been planning it all along!!!! Where is he going? Who is he going with? Is he bringing some other woman to MY HOUSE?! I'll kill him. I will leave Nashville TONIGHT. And I. Will. Kill. Him. I don't care that Randy needs me tomorrow. My husband needs to die...tonight." I was sick to my stomach.

I called my house at 10:00p.m. No answer. If he'd come straight home from the basketball game, he should've been home already. I called my house at 10:15. I called my house at 10:20. I called my house at 10:23. I called my house at 10:27 and let the following message, through gritted teeth, "I don't know where in the HELL you are, but you have left MY CHILDREN at my mother's and I have the cell phone; therefore, she has no way of reaching you if something should happen. I don't care what time you get in, you'd better call me - and I mean it. I don't care how drunk you are or WHAT. CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS MESSAGE."

At 10:40, my phone rang.
Gina: "Hello?!" (in my normal voice, not my "I-want-to-tear-you-limb-from-limb-rip-off-your-head-and-shove-it-up-your-butt" voice).
Brad: "I'm home. [pauses] With our girls"
Gina: (thinking on the other end) YES! There is justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (but asking...) "What happened?"
Brad: "Neither of them would go to sleep. They were both upset and so was your mom."
Gina: (thinking on the other end) Well, what ELSE did you expect? I'm out of town and Dad takes them and dumps them on Boop and Paw. (but asking...) "Why did you leave them out there when we had dis..."
Brad: (interrupts Gina which pisses her off even more) "I thought they'd be fine."
Gina: (very irritated at being interrupted) "Well, as I was saying... We had discussed Mother bringing them back to our house to put them to bed. That really was the best solution all around."
Brad: "Because I wanted to get some sleep."
Gina: "YOU WHAT?!" (thinking: give me a freaking break, dude! I do it all day - by myself several days a week during basketball season while you're doing all that basketball crap. Don't tell ME you needed to get some sleep. I do it on LESS SLEEP in one week than you get in one night.)
Brad: "Because I wanted to get some sleep."
Gina: "Okay, whatever. You're home, I was starting to think you'd gone out. We'll talk about it some more on Monday when I get home."
Brad: "I can't believe you didn't think I'd call your mom and check on them."
Gina: "You have a point there. I'm sorry for thinking that. I'm sorry for thinking you'd gone out. I was almost asleep, I'm going to go. Have a good night."

Now, I'm not pissed - I'm bummed because I'm thinking my anniversary celebration is shot. We'd planned on having the kids spend the night with grandparents while we went to dinner and got a suite in a hotel [can you say 'wild sex'? Well, as wild as a couple celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary can get...please don't share stories if you comment]. Ain't gonna happen now. I thought it was my 2 y/o who wouldn't go to sleep. After talking with my mom, I feel better about it. It was my "teething, missed Mommy, really wanted to nurse" 9 month old who was freaking out -- which is what freaked out the 2 y/o. So, anniversary celebration is a "go" and we'll drug Nin to make sure she does okay! Wild sex at the Embassy Suites is still ON! All right!!!!