For instance, we had a semi-date night Saturday with the Celtic/Knick game. EXCEPT that I was running a 5K the following morning at 9:15am. It sort of puts a damper on the evening festivities. (And don't even get me started on the pathetic WVU loss!). Then Sunday, he wanted to get projects done around the house rather than dragging the kids into the cold to see my race. I get it, but UGH! Damn compromise stinks.
Tuesdays, the Mister has curling in the winter. (I did indeed say curling - the old man, bizarre Olympic sport that no one gets. Who knew there were clubs, right?) It was great though because not only did I get in an afternoon Crossfit Workout, but also an evening run. Sadly despite his early 10pm arrival, we still were like ships passing in the night. So here we are awaiting Thursday morning - except now I have a Moms' Night Out dinner in the evening.
Ugh, so here it will be Friday before we actually have time for connection. Saturday is a kids' birthday party and Sunday starts football all over again. I hate weeks like this. Jamaica can't come soon enough! I am anxious for uninterrupted time alone with this man!!