My husband and I have a gift certificate to a very nice local restaurant. This morning my husband tells me he'd like to go. This is fine, but .I'm a little bit nervous about leaving the baby. She hasn't been without at least one of us since she was born. But anyway, he said that his mother (my mil) will watch her and we can go have a nice time.

Anyway, I take my shower and everything while he watches .Aly, and I can hear her crying the entire time. So when I get out I joke with .Aaron that she must know we're leaving her. He gets sooo mad and starts telling me not to say anything else about leaving her because it's pissing him off. His reaction angers me off, so I go into another room for a bit with the baby to calm her down. I mean damn, I was just joking! A little later on it occurs to me that some of the nicer restaurants have special hours of operation, and my husband is never the kind of guy that bothers to check on that sort of thing. So I ask him if he knows what hours they're open, and he flips out! He starts yelling that if I don't want to go, just say so.

Well I completely lose my cool. I start screaming at him that of course I want to go, but if he's going to act like an problem then maybe he should just go by himself or take one of his buddies, and .I'll just stay home because at the least the baby doesn't make me feel like crap. So he checks the hours out and sure enough, they're closing for lunch at 2:00 and reopening for dinner at 5:00. It's like 12:30 at this point, so I start freaking out. I start throwing clothes on and ask him if his mom is home, since she's going to be watching the baby. He calls and she's not home.

So at this point, it's getting close to 1:00 (the place closes at 2:00), so I start saying maybe we should wait until 5:00. He says as long as we get there by 1:45 they'll stay open for us. Umm, excuse me? This is supposed to be a really nice dinner. I don't want to get there right as they're closing, and feel like the people there are rushing me out the door. I want to be able to take my time and relax. Well, .Aaron doesn't want to hear it. He starts slamming doors and stuff and that's the final straw for me. I've already changed out of my clothes and I don't want to go at *all* now. How romantic would our dinner be when we're so pissed off at each other? Screw that.

Sorry that was so long. I'm just sooo pissed off!