Mike and I were pathetic this late afternoon/early evening. It’s been years and years and years since this has happened. Surprisingly, Mike was much more freaked out about Danny driving all of our children around than I was – no small feat. When they all arrived home intact and starving, Mike and I took a moment to meet in the kitchen. I’m thinking after all of these years we might finally have a “date” night. All the kids will be gone on Thursdays and we can go eat good food. We can stay home and eat good food. Hell, we can sit in the front yard and eat Cheetoh’s. This is a milestone people. A weird milestone, but dammit we own it. Aside from napping and “napping-wink-wink” what would you all do with three hours of totally kid free time?