I am home. Alone. On a Saturday night.
Well, not really alone alone. But, both girls are asleep at 7:41 pm. And Mike is at the hockey game. Until 12.
What to do? What to do?
The house to myself for a few hours is so rare I can't remember the last time it happened.
I know a little internet shopping (hello athleta sales items.), a little chocolate chip cookie eating and a little facebook perusing is going to go on...other than that? I am open. Which is SO rare. Love it.
Most likely I am going to fall asleep in the couch by 9. Life in the fast lane. Watch out people, I am on fire.
A 1 am and 6am wakeup call from Ms. Alice along with 9 miles make for a (lame) early night for me. (No, she is not yet sleeping through the night. Bang. Bang. Bang. Yes, that is the sound of Mike and I banging our heads against the wall.)
Alice and my dad today. Alice is scared of the glasses and beard. Cries every time he comes near. Poor Pop pop. This shot is the only one we got without tears.
A (rare) on camera smile from E.