Date Night
That wretched night shift made me feel like I hadn't seen my husband in two days. Sunday I'd been out all day (and he'd been sick), and when I got home I immediately went to sleep--in the upstairs bedroom, no less, so I wouldn't disturb him! He was still up when my alarm went off at 1:30, but I had to stumble around getting the IP phone and laptop set up, and getting a breakfast (?) snack into me. He did drive me to the doctor when my shift ended, but I was half asleep and loopy on valium besides...which is why I went to bed immediately when we got home. Then I got up, had dinner (?), and we rushed out the door to choir practice, after which--bed, again.
So yesterday, since I'd actually had a full night's sleep, I declared it to be Date Night. We went out to dinner at the California Pizza Kitchen, brought the travel Scrabble with us, and lingered long enough for me to whup his cute little *ss. Just like old times...Then we went home and exercised our conjugal rights. (We took in the trash cans and put out the recycling. Folded a little laundry, that sort of thing.)
So yesterday, since I'd actually had a full night's sleep, I declared it to be Date Night. We went out to dinner at the California Pizza Kitchen, brought the travel Scrabble with us, and lingered long enough for me to whup his cute little *ss. Just like old times...Then we went home and exercised our conjugal rights. (We took in the trash cans and put out the recycling. Folded a little laundry, that sort of thing.)