Chilled Evenings at Home.
Years ago I would have begged for a Friday/Saturday Night out with friends, drinking and dancing
and god do i still love to do that at times.
However, now my perfect night is cuddled up on the sofa with my husband, Little B sleeping soundly in bed.
A fab dinner, a bottle of wine and a good film.
A Perfect Night doesn’t happen all the time obviously….
Every night we sit ourselves down onto the sofa (eventually)
once the madness of work, Little B’s bath and bedtime, cooking, sorting paperwork etc is over.
Sometimes we watch a programme together but nowadays rarely. I am usually on my laptop and B will watch a programme of his choice (a documentary usually) or play computer and not long into this i either fall asleep on the sofa or drag myself off to bed to read (approx 4 pages before falling asleep).
This weekend B is in Germany on a Stag Do, so I have been on my tod since Friday morning through till late tonight.
My evenings have therefore consisted of my choice of TV (Rizzolli and Isles, The Big Bang theory, randomly The Film Haywire), boring dinners and blogging or catching up on reading Morgana’s Linky LittleLoves
Its weird to be home alone.
Although I am aware that I am capable of getting through this weekend
: looking after Little B, sorting the house, sleeping alone,
and then the ‘this weekend’ stuff – moving and cleaning the new house, working and doing the Colour Obstacle Run
it all feels strange.
All the things I do, I’d rather be doing with B around,
even if it’s just to annoy him with the tale of it all!
He’s going to get bombarded with chat tonight-if I can stay awake long enough!
B is the one that turns everything off at night, who helps me feel safe,
who does the hoovering and the cooking and gives great cuddles.
I know I am independent and can live without him, its just times like this that i realise i really don’t want to.
Thanks for reading x
I’m linking up with Katie at mummydaddyme