Veronica and I had kind of a rough week, so we decided that we needed a night out, just the two of us.  Dinner at one of our favorite burger joints (Southern Vixen knows the place!), followed by some time wandering Barnes and Noble to check out some books we were interested in.

Then my darling wife suggested, no demanded, that we go somewhere else. Being the kind of guy I am, I acquiesced

*click-click for the best boobs of the night*

We didn’t stay too late and got home around 10:30, since we had something better to do besides just look at nekkid chicks.  The sitter told us that the kids went to bed around 9:00, just like we asked, and she hadn’t heard a peep from them since then.  The kids insist on going to bed together when we’re not there at bedtime, so we usually separate them when we get home. As long as PP stays asleep, it’s no problem.  Not this time! I go into DB’s room and hear “Hi dad” from him, followed by PP’s eyes popping open and “Is mommy home too?”

Crap.

Veronica took PP into her room and worked on getting her to  sleep while I said goodnight to DB and got ready for Veronica to join me in bed. If you follow me on Twitter you might have had an idea of what was going on.

Did I succeed? I’m afraid not.

But tonight is another night