Amber is in her room studying when Sarah knocks on the door. Sarah comes in with the tell-tale sign of a parent with a Big Announcement. "Why are you being weird?" Amber asks. "Did somebody die?" Sarah says no, nobody died. "I met somebody," she says. Amber gives this the brush. "Wait, there's more," Sarah says, nervous. "It's somebody you know." Now Amber is interested, and asks who it is. "It's uh, your teacher," Sarah says, while Amber's face drains. "Mr. Cyr." Amber is, in a word, devastated, but does her best to hide it. "Yeah, I guessed it wasn't Mrs. Hasbrook," she attempts to joke. Sarah, with a touch of Lorelai Gilmore: "No, not with those orthopedic shoes." Poor Amber. She can't do anything but smile sadly. "It's great," she says. "I said it was great." Sarah kind of bumbles out the rest, asking if Amber wants to talk about it. "Nah, I just want to study," Amber says, smiling, but Sarah can hardly get out the door before Amber breaks down. Sarah hears her from the hallway and realizes, now, that Adam was right.
Speaking of Adam, the problem is, he's always right. He gets home from work to find that all his best-laid plans to go on a walk with his wife were for naught. Gaby leaves early on Thursdays, which he didn't remember, and won't be able to stay with Max. He offers her overtime pay and everything, but she says she needs a break in between the families that she works with. "I hope you understand," she says, and while he does understand, he's still upset. "Well, that's great that she gets some time to herself," he snits, as soon as she's out the door. "Maybe she can make another date with Jose Cuervo!" Kristina is confused by his outburst, but he brushes her off, pissily saying he's going to check on Max. "Okay, he's fine," she says. "He's not the one I'm worried about right now. What's your problem?" He stomps into the kitchen like a teenage girl, and Kristina follows. "You're all wound up," she says. "It means you need to take some time for yourself or you're gonna snap." Thing is, he's already snapping, angrily throwing Max's toys off the counter into a bin. Kristina yells for him to stop, reminding him of the system. If Max cleans up his toys, he gets a sticker. "Okay," Adam snarks, looking at the mess. "I'll just live like this." His PMSy behavior continues until Kristina is in tears. Oh, men who act like teenage girls, I love them. I mean, I feel for the guy, but come on. He bitches that he has no time for himself, and cannot imagine making any with all his responsibilities to think of -- Crosby needs advice about Jabbar; Sarah's kids need a father figure; his own daughter won't even go on a bike ride; etc. Daddy's having a meltdown. "I don't have a life!" he says. "I have a schedule." Kristina cries, asking how that's supposed to make her feel. "Kristina, this isn't about YOU!" he says, which enrages me, because... yeah, dick, it's about YOU. He says -- to the woman his children treat like a maid and a cook -- that he feels like everybody treats him like a household appliance. Kristina cries anew, taking it all on her shoulders. "Adam, stop," she says as he rants. "Maybe what you need to do is take a break. You CAN take a break. Take. A break." With that, she leaves, in tears.