Tweet Tonight's dinner will be held at a local restaurant.
With a friend I haven't seen in forever.
There will be no children.
Big V will be at home listening to the kids whine about how sucky their Ramen noodles dinner is. (Pretty much the only thing he makes.) (Unless it's a Nutella sandwich.)
Big V will be at home stepping on matchbox cars that have been dropped in the middle of the kitchen floor.
I might stretch dinner to last until Big V has to wrestle the children to bed.
I might stretch dinner until Big V has to get the kids up in the morning.
I might stretch dinner until Big V has to force the kids into the car for church, and argue over homework, and schedule the orthodontist appointments, and fold all the laundry, and scrub the food stains off the couch cushions...
.... but then I'd miss them all and I'd come home.