So there you have it, me and the hubby have lost a little bit of us. It's sad, and I don't like it. Last night I decided it was time for a change. No more hectic, crazy nights without having mama and papa time.
Now, in my head this was going to go smooth.
In reality, not so much.
I fed the girls dinner at 5:30 (pasta, broccoli and parm cheese, a fav of theirs.)
Got them in the bath by 6:00, out by 6:30.
Teeth brushed and pj's by 7.
Hubby came home just in time for stories and bed time loves.
Lights out by 7:30.
My plan was going perfect, I was beyond happy!!!
I had cooked hubby and I a more grown up dinner of pork tenderloin medallions w/ sautéed mushrooms and shoestring fries (i am obsessed w/ fries.)
We sat down at 7:30 for some much needed one on one time.
7:45 Avery screams for daddy.
7:50 Hubby comes out Mama and Papa time continues
8:00 Ashlee yells for mommy, two glasses of water and a handful of kisses and we're back to adult time
8:15 Girls are finally out (except for baby bird, but she's too little to count...)
Hubby and I enjoyed an amazing dinner, wine and some great convo.
It wasn't as perfect as I imagined, but it was pretty darn close.






























