Friday, April 2, 2010
We do this thing called “family night” on Friday nights. Well, not every Friday, but pretty often. We got the idea from this other family at church and we just kind of stole it. We make homemade pizza and watch a movie on DVD.
When the kids still lived at home, it was more of a big deal, but now that only Taylor is here, we try to get Angie, our married daughter, and her husband to come over, or we let Taylor invite one of his friends, even though that isn’t really “family.” Each person gets a ball of dough to make a crust and they put their own toppings on. Then we eat them while watching a family appropriate movie. That brings some groans from the kids sometimes, because they say the movies are boring, but we figure if it’s going to be family night, we need to keep it family themed.
Anyway, it just didn’t feel right tonight. Ceecee and I sat together on the “mushroom.” It’s this weird couch/loveseat thing that said “mushroom” on the tag when we bought it, so that’s what we’ve always called it. The kids sprawled around the living room like usual, but Ceecee was texting or something on her phone on seemed distant. I asked her who she was talking to, but she didn’t want to tell me, and she seemed irritated by me in general. I can’t help wondering what’s happened to our marriage.
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