I had a rare Saturday night off this weekend, very exciting. How would Greg and I spend this precious time? Having the sort of heartfelt conversation we rarely seem to find time for anymore? Snuggling on the couch while watching a movie?
How about me washing the dishes while Greg snored on the couch? Because at 9:20 p.m., that’s where we were.
Do I fight the downward slide, or just give up and buy a station wagon and some mom jeans?