Walden didn't hear, or notice, Katharina's disapproval of his drinking, and even if he had he didn't give a fuck. The fact that he hadn't had a beer all day while they were moving, and hadn't had one until they sat down to eat, Walden felt showed extreme restraint. And he would have offered Katharina one, but she was still breast feeding. Everyone could just get off his fucking back.
So thrilled was he not to have to put together a bed tonight, Walden actually managed a smile at his daughter as he reached across the table to pull the prawn crackers out of her reach, and then he finally tucked into his lo mein. "We're you able to get someone to hang out with the kids tomorrow or Sunday? So we can unpack?"