You know that thing where you’re innocently having an evening with your girlfriend, enjoying a glass of wine and talking about all manner of mommy life while your kids watch movies together, all cuddled up on the couch with popcorn under the supervision of your wonderful husband?
And before you know it, it’s 5am and the two of you have started a blog, amassed a decent following on said blog and it’s corresponding facebook page, spontaneously ran out and got tattoos of your favorite vintage SLR cameras together, and now you’re sharing a carne asada burrito from some-bertos and you’re all “What just happened? And also, I’m so tired.” ?
Why do people keep leaving us unsupervised together? Our husbands should know better by now.