The ultimate low

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. Tonight from the time I picked the boys up from Jane's through dinner they cried. I don't know why, but they wouldn't stop. It got so bad that I actually looked at Adam, picked up my plate and told him I was going to go eat in our room.  I shut the door, cranked up the alarm clock radio and ate in as much peace and quiet as I could.  Things have got to start turning around sometime soon!