Most people hate Mondays.
I hate Sundays.
Sunday evenings in particular.
Especially at say…..9:30pm.
Why you ask?
Because that is when my weekend comes to an end.
That is when my Hardworking Hubby has to leave home and begin his work week.
Weekends in our house do not last long enough.
On Fridays, the Hardworking Hubby fights to stay awake most of the day so we can spend time together, hang out with the little dude while the older kids are at school and then spend time together as a family in the evening.
Then there are the weekends when there is an opportunity for him to work overtime.
And well, he wouldn’t really be the Hardworking Hubby if he didn’t take it.
Overtime means he’s in bed by 8pm on Friday and out the door at 5:30am on Saturday returning shortly after 2pm exhausted as all hell and not wanting to do much.
Which again means we are usually in bed fairly early.
And then Sunday morning rolls around, there is homework to be done, things to be cleaned and other odds and ends to attend to and before we know it, it is time for him to leave for work.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is….is it August yet?
Me.
Hubby.
No kids.
New York City.
Hotel Room.
Alone.
Together.
Hurry August…..PLEASE!!!