Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "My Nights"
My Nights
When I get home, the first thing I do is look at the mail that I got while watching something animated, usually “The Simpsons” or “Family Guy”. Sometimes, he joins me on the couch, other times he goes to check his personal e-mail. I usually change clothes and usually try to convince him to give in to a little bit of cuddling. We’ll talk about what we want to eat, if we haven’t decided that earlier. We share cooking duties and cleaning up afterwards. I like to have a CD in or the radio going while I cook so I can sing along with it. He likes to have a TV on or a movie in. We got out on occasion but on the nights we stay in, we tend to watch something together. Projects sometimes necessitate working on our own, and then we try to let each other have a little space, unless we need to vent, bounce ideas off each other, or try to find some new inspiration. We share interesting things that happened during the day, or sometimes just sit on our couch and talk about nothing in particular. We plot out things that we’d like to do together and work out details. If we argue, we try to work it out, because neither one of us sleeps well separately and going to bed angry means neither of us gets any sleep anyway. My nights aren’t always perfect or exciting, but I’m glad that they are the way they are.
When I get home, the first thing I do is look at the mail that I got while watching something animated, usually “The Simpsons” or “Family Guy”. Sometimes, he joins me on the couch, other times he goes to check his personal e-mail. I usually change clothes and usually try to convince him to give in to a little bit of cuddling. We’ll talk about what we want to eat, if we haven’t decided that earlier. We share cooking duties and cleaning up afterwards. I like to have a CD in or the radio going while I cook so I can sing along with it. He likes to have a TV on or a movie in. We got out on occasion but on the nights we stay in, we tend to watch something together. Projects sometimes necessitate working on our own, and then we try to let each other have a little space, unless we need to vent, bounce ideas off each other, or try to find some new inspiration. We share interesting things that happened during the day, or sometimes just sit on our couch and talk about nothing in particular. We plot out things that we’d like to do together and work out details. If we argue, we try to work it out, because neither one of us sleeps well separately and going to bed angry means neither of us gets any sleep anyway. My nights aren’t always perfect or exciting, but I’m glad that they are the way they are.