Working Mom Blues and The Case of The Breakfasty Date

As I pulled up at home after working my 12 hour night shift, I heard "shh, come in through the basement". My first thought was that I was experiencing some kind of alien encounter and that the beet like creatures in there were, indeed, other worldly. I had to look around to figure out that my hubby was speaking to me through the upstairs window. He knew that once Moonbeam saw me, it would be all over. She'd want to nurse and she wouldn't want me heading off to the shower or anywhere else, for that matter. After dropping water bottles and other assorted junk I was attempting to carry in, I eventually made my way up the stairs and into the bathroom. The children distracted Moonbeam and she didn't see me sneak by to the shower. Upon coming out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find that my husband had prepared and snuck us in each a nice egg type breakfast in bed. Oh, it was just like going out on a date, except at home. It was such an oasis after such an incredibly crazy night. At last, Moonbeam had her way and she happily filled her tummy with warm mama milk. As I drifted in and out of sleep, she eventually started laughing and poking at my face. The next thing I knew, my husband came and took her away. It's a bit odd, considering "breakfast in bed" as a date, but hey, you gotta be creative when you don't have a lotta cash on hand. I thought it was romantic :-)
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