Tonight I was supposed to watch a ballet - Romeo & Juliet. I really wanted to see it, too, but I just couldn't get myself collected enough to go out.
What made it worse was en-route to the ballet, Kendrick got lost, so he didn't go either. This after Dad had poked and prodded and reminded us several times - did he want to go? I think he did! We should've given him the tickets, man.
I feel so bad about wasting the tickets and wasting Dad's money. I'm terrified for him to come home and find out we didn't go. I don't want him to be mad.