So, my in-laws are in for the weekend, here to visit with The Boy while I'm at championships all weekend. This is kind of hell-weekend, marching band style: tomorrow is a 10 o'clock call at one school, for a three hour rehearsal followed by a brief appearance at a football game, followed by the 90-minute trip to Allentown for championships, which is an 11:15PM awards assembly, which means getting home at around 1:30AM. Then, Sunday, I leave home at 8AM for the other marching band, rehearse from nine until 11:30. The trip is two hours from there, with a 3:30 performance time and 6:30 awards, and home at around 9 o'clock.
The in-laws have been incredible since The Boy was born. They stayed for a week and a half after the birth, helping us get adjusted. They came by once more since, giving us the only uninterrupted sleep nights we've had (...by grabbing The Boy before we heard him). They come with lots of food to eat, like fried chicken and brisket and stuff like that.
Tonight, at dinnertime, they offered us the option of going out, as a couple. Imagine - The Wife and I, out on a DATE, having conversation that did not revolve around feeding, poopy and sleeping. We finished dinner and spent the night doing the one thing that we've been missing - sleeping. I passed out around 7:30, for "just a half hour"... waking at 11:30. I'm going to go back to bed in a few minutes. The Wife joined me at 8 o'clock and woke at the same time, but I think she'll be awake for a while longer.
Romantic evening, right? >sigh<