There are some nights that I just love. A good bath night without the tsumani that I am sure is leading to mouldy drywall. Babes put to bed with 5 stories each & minimal negotiating. Husband off to hockey - despite gout pain and flu. Maybe they truly believe that there is an NHL scout watching them... as they gracefully chase the puck around and curse like the big boys.
If I had been organised this evening I would have forseen this blissful two hour period between bed time & the rush to get lunches ready & the car packed for tomorrow, and stopped on the way home to get some wine. Which would clearly make the aforementioned tasks that much more entertaining. But alas no. Just me & the earl grey tea. However the tea will be hot and there will be not little hands clamouring to be picked up, noses to be wiped or toys to be shared.
Just a quiet evening. Except that I think I hear the cat yakking....
1 comment:
I love those nights..you need to stock up on your wine!
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