If Jack goes to sleep at 6:45 p.m. . .
And Cubby and Charlie go to sleep at 7:30 p.m. . .
And the MiL is at a concert . . .
And A. is at a bonfire with his high school buddies . . .
Then I get one night with just me, a bar of extra-dark chocolate, and Can't Buy Me Love on Netflix.
And that, my friends, is my idea of perfection.
5 comments:
Agreed. Take your pleasure where you can get it!
richly deserved
Even better would be to hear that you'd gone to bed and not been awakened until 6:30 a.m. by anyone, but that's not even in the realm of possibility at this stage of your life. So, alone time rocks.
Ooo. Starting a movie at 8pm though. Did you make it all the way through?
Sounds awesome. Add in a glass of wine and I'd be right with you!
-moi
Mere: Ha. This little indulgence was followed by the worst night in a week of bad nights.
Moi: I started it immediately upon locking the older children in their chamber, so it was over by 9. Hooray!
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