The husband is out for a friend’s birthday tonight so I’m on my own. Every once in awhile it’s nice when he isn’t home. Sure, getting those kids to bed solo is no walk in the park. But once they’re in dreamland I can drink my wine, eat all the mango myself, and watch whatever I want (I’m working my way through season 2 of Vampire Diaries).
Now if I could just get that baby to sleep for a few hours tonight life would be just peachy…
I agree. Sometimes a quiet house is the best vacation.