Sunday Nights & Monday Mornings

Sunday nights seem to be getting harder and harder... I feel it starting to well on a Sunday afternoon. I guess I understand a bit more now how it was for Fred when I used to have to go back to uni and leave him at home. It was hell leaving but I'm not convinced the staying behind is any better.
I miss Robin already, and although its only a few days till I see him again, it is a few days too long. It was 10 o'clock last night before he left, and neither of us wanted it to happen. I did feel a bit guilty for hanging onto him for so long, especially as he had the long drive home.
The weekend was lovely, although the girls were little cows. If one could upset the other they did, if they could find something to complain about they did. By the end of Saturday evening I was fit to kill them. We'd been out all day and they were horrible. I made a cup of tea and sat on the sofa, Robin lay with his legs over my lap effectively pinning me down. Its just as well, as there were several times they were lucky I couldn't get up to sort them out.
The feeling of bliss when they went to bed was wonderful.
Yesterday wasn't much better, we refused to take them out anywhere nice as they had been so horrible, and they spent a fair while having to take it in turns to go to their room as they continued to be horrible.
Its the little things though that make the difference... I took the girls to church in the morning and asked Robin to put the chicken in the oven. I didn't have to talk him through how to do it, what temp to put the oven on or what time to put it in or anything. It was brilliant, not to mention beautifully cooked. He'd even known to cook it upside down so it would be really tender. Next weekend we've challenged him to cook lunch for us, to have it ready for when we come back from church. I get the feeling that it is going to be better than my cooking, which is even better as he could just get a job for life!
Not to mention the fact that he probably can do a mean Yorkshire pudding and I really can't!
I'm off to coffee this afternoon with someone from my alpha course, which I'm looking forward to, but also am a bit apprehensive about... New people, new places sort of thing. But it is nice to start to get to know someone else from church too. She is a lovely lady and really kind so I'm sure it will be fine.
Lets just hope the little darlings are better this evening when I pick them up from school.