Usually we discuss dinner, the three of us come up with ideas and we reach some sort of agreement. Sometimes it can become quite a debate, but eventually things cool down and something gets decided on.
Tonight might just be one of the biggest debates we've had in a while, and I do believe it's my fault.
(Edits made again, apparently I've made a mistake by posting this. Oh well. Being upset proves more flaws in my personality, next time I'll wait until everything is peaceful before I post.)
I will probably make something later, if I really get hungry, but right now, I don't think I am. I'd rather sit and muse on this, and come up with a way to right things again. Meanwhile, they're out getting him something to nibble on, and I'm inside again. Oh well. Misbehavior earns punishment, so in a way, I think I'm punishing myself.
I work tomorrow, which means another early wake-up. Oh well, at least then I can have some alone time with mom, and I'll be able to escape the house for a while. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning.