I really thought I understood the concept of cause and effect, of choice and consequence, but sometimes I just don't seem to internalize it. Or care. I mean, I KNEW that if I went to a late movie with Misty then naturally I would be tired today. Really tired. But I just couldn't stop myself. I mean, Troy was gone last week, he's leaving again on Sunday, and this week has been a little high on the tantrum scale with the kids. Look at this picture of Bitty:
I just had to take this picture of her after Troy went and got her from about her 20th trip to time out in one day. Her face was so splotchy, her hair so crazed from rubbing it around on her pillow as she wept that, despite being short of temper, I just had to smile and get out the camera. I'm sure this is the kind of parenting day I will eventually block out. Much of the week followed suit. So, even though Troy actually had to wake me up before Misty came to get me, I wanted to go to a movie.
We went to see Australia, which was pretty good. I didn't know that it had been directed by the same guy who did Moulin Rouge, and it started off with some of the same quirky-jerky whimsical style which didn't seem to match the mood of the movie. The story line came to a nice resolution about 1/2 way through, and so we almost left because we were so tired. I'm glad we stayed for the 2nd half - I liked it better. And anyway, a little extra time with Hugh Jackman is hardly a waste of time, even though his muscles are getting so big that his neck is starting to have a larger circumference than his head. Also, someone tell Nicole Kidman, "No more surgery for you!"