Last night I went to the Sharks game with Kelly and Caitlin, and during the 2nd period Caitie started to get really tired, and whiny, and talking to Kelly, we decided to leave. What? Leave before the 3rd period starts? Yes. Would I have liked to stay? Of course. I didn’t buy tickets to only watch 2/3 of the game. But Caitlin was tired, she had to get up early, didn’t have a long nap, and it wasn’t fair to her. So I made the ‘responsible’ choice, to take her home before she melted down. Then, as I arrived home and carried her sleeping into her bedroom and laid her down, I realized that I felt really good about it. I felt good for making the right decision. I did the responsible thing, and didn’t feel like I was missing out on anything. Weird eh?

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