When my son was little/growing up (he's and adult who no longer lives at home now).I had to make time. Somethings had to give, something became a choice, For example.After dinner, there are dishes in the kitchen that need to be washed.Do I wash the dishes, or sit and cuddle for awhile with my husband..or better yet, get my husband to help me so the kitchen gets cleaned faster and we have more time for each other... I would either put off doing dishes (do them later or the next morning ) and spend time with my husband.. Same with other aspects of daily life, I chose spending time with my husband and did them later.We also set up a firm rule in our family. Once bedtime hit for the kiddo.. My husband and I had "our" time. That time was all about "us".No bill talk, no work, no dailies.etc.. It was solely about us, focused on us, the two of us being together and enjoying each others company. Not as mom/dad but as man and woman.
at 4:32 PM on Apr. 18, 2011