Winter romance and flannel pajama's

I was complaining to my husband the other day

that there never seems to be enough time or intent

for good old fashioned romance

Where you stare adoringly into each others eyes

and whisper sweet notes of love

To this I got a grunt and then the pearls of wisdom that only a husband could dish out

"You don't exactly inspire romance when you shuffle around in those fluffy slippers all night, blowing your nose and wearing those flannel pj's"

What do they say about a woman scorned?

Hell hath no fury perhaps!

bugger you then..

I'll create my own bloody romance!

and so I set about creating it

on a night that was bitterly cold

when the kids were cranky and tired

and we'd had enough of settling their disputes

First, the candles were lit...

then the homemade pizza's were made...

and to finish we grazed on a basket full of homemade chocolate coated strawberries

 

I got my romance...
let me be more precise...
 I achieved what I set out to do.

A night of ambiance with a hint of romance in the air, 
even if it was shared with two tired children and a sheepish husband.