So I'm sitting here, watching the Patriots/Broncos game and thinking how quiet my night has been. Mr. Twingle bathed and put Pickle to bed, then we both put the twins down. I guess he went to our room to watch the hockey game, while I watched the Toronto Rock lacrosse game; and he fell asleep...at 7:30pm! So it's been just me and the fur babies, enjoying the quiet.
Yet, I somehow feel short changed. Mr. Twingle is so rarely home evenings that I was hoping to have a relaxing night with my honey. Sadly, not the case.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow, right?