I have a live-in babysitter this week, which means - potentially - 6 glorious evenings of carefree going out with the father of my children in an attempt to reconnect as a couple.
Night 1, Sunday: all the good restaurants are closed. Movie-wise, my husband is not keen on "Sex and the City", while I'm not keen on "Prince Caspian". We could go to a bar for a drink, but it's raining, so I pour myself a home-made G&T.
Night 2, Monday: Ditto for restaurants and movies. Besides, I'm exhausted and I have a novel to edit. I pour myself a home-made G&T.
Night 3, Tuesday: My monthly book club meeting. By the time I get home, I pour myself a home-made G&T.
Night 4, Wednesday: The school's Board of Trustees meeting. I pour myself a home-made G&T before I leave the house.
Night 4. Thursday: The restaurant I really really really want to go to is fully booked today and tomorrow. And I'm heartily sick of G&T.