Nights

I assume if I lived alone with my children I would be the most booring person. It is now 9 o`clock. The doors have been locked, kids put to bed, lights out and I have retreated to my bedroom. If my husband were home, we would be having some interesting conversation or watching a movie or having a glass of wine. When he is gone, I find I watch mindless drivel on tv and have less than intellectual conversations. 
I miss him when he works nights. I suppose it is just further proof he makes me a better person. (But don't tell him. I don't want him to get a big head)