16| Party Pooper.

"Lilah, just wear the black shoes. We're going to be late!" Dylan yells at his sister, and she glares daggers his way.

"I can't just wear the black shoes!" She protests.

Oh, my little fashionista. I left her alone to choose her own dress for the family dinner that we're going to attend at Oliver's house. She decided to be a diva and wear fancy clothes. Now, she can't decide on a shoe to go with her gown.

"Lilah, I've had just about enough. Put on the black shoes and get your butt into the car." I tell her in a strict voice, placing my hands on my hips.

"But, mom..."

"Don't let me repeat myself." I cut off her whining, and she puts on the black shoes.

I let out a sigh of relief as I usher the kids into the car and start the short drive to Oliver's house.

Over the past few weeks, we've been spending less and less time together because of his work and mine while juggling with the kids.

Today is our only off night, and we decided to have dinner together. I would've called up the babysitte