But on Sundays, there was no work. There was TV. There was takeout.
Now we have a kid. This means there's no watching TV during the day, unless of course we want to watch SpongeBob, which we don't.
The only saving grace is that Nathan goes to bed early on Sundays. Tonight he was down by 6:40, thank goodness.
In spite of how tired I am today and how much I got done around the house, I managed to get dinner cooked. I present to you penne, broccoli rabe, and sausage in a garlic and oil sauce topped with freshly grated parmesan.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I have some TV to watch.