Quality Time

As I sit here, there are 25 girls to my right. They're competing for the love of a single man who is a wine maker. There is drama, crying, name calling, and prom dresses. We are watching The Bachelor - against my will. All in the name of 'quality time' together. 


You see, Wife wanted to watch the season premier. But she knows I'd rather hang from my earlobes off our balcony in a lake effect snow storm than watch it. She pulled out the quality time card. 


We've been parents for 17 days now. It's been a trip. I think the Kicker is going to start walking tomorrow. He's growing up fast. We've been with him for almost every second of those 17 days. The only time we haven't been with him was during our Date Night a few days ago. It's been a sharp contrast of time spent together compared to 18 days ago and previous to that. 


This night though - for the season premier of The Crybabies The Bachelor - she has decided is when we'll have some quality time. 


Let it be known: I've given up the Rose Bowl to spend some quality time while watching the Bachelor instead.