Monday evenings are all for us.
As soon as I get home I jump in my pyjamas, get rid of my shoes and hug him. Usually he cooks and, we talk about the day(s). The evening flies by and soon it is time to go to sleep again.
PS: a friend of ours had a couch he wanted to throw away, so we “adopted” it. We have gone three months without a couch, ans oh how it’s comfy when you can sit on one again. First world’s problems..
PPS I just got some awesome news (I’m using this word a lot lately), it made my day..