It's been years since my husband and I have had time to ourselves. I mean, real quality time, without children around or any interruptions of any kind.
My son left on Sat. afternoon to spend the weekend with a friend.
My daughter took advantage of her brother being gone and invited two of her friends to spend the weekend.
Oh, how I remember how much fun it was to stay up all night watching movies with my friends.
Sunday is the start of a new day. But the girls decide that they want to spend Sunday night over at their house. Not a problem with me. Seriously? The thought of having an evening together with my husband and no kids? You don't have to ask me twice! I can't remember the last time both kids were out of the house at the same time. I go off to inform my husband that we would be 'kid-less' in a couple of hours and my imagination begins to travel...
What a wonderful time we were going to have!
my phone rings. I knew I should have turned that damn thing off! It's my son. He calls to tell me that I need to pick him up because his friend has an early doctor's appointment.
I'm so disappointed.
What else to do? I load the girls up and drop them off and grab my son on the way back home. Oh well...maybe next time.©