We left our 16 and 12 year old sons home alone last weekend.

I had invited you to a hotel for a romantic get away, just the two of us and we decided to leave our oldest son in charge.

We thought it was a good idea and it was.

Or so I thought.

I found out they had thrown a party over the weekend we were gone, or let's be real our 16 year old threw the party and bribed our 12 year old to keep quiet about it.

I know if i tell you, it's goodbye weekend getaways so i decided to just not tell you. The boys know that I know after I had a conversation with them where I of course ended up punishing them both.

I made our oldest deep clean our cars and the bathrooms and then I talked to our youngest's footie coach and had him benched for the next two upcoming games.

I see the kids sitting on the front step of the porch when i pull into the driveway of our home after a long day at work.

''What are two sitting out here for?'' I ask, stepping out of the car.

''Mum knows''

fuck

''Oh... okay'' I throw my car keys at our eldest as he catches them. ''Take your brother out for two hours, yeah?''

''Where would we even go?''

''Just go'' I sigh before walking inside.

''Baby?'' I call out, stepping through the door before closing it behind me.

I find you in the kitchen sitting at the table, nursing a cuppa.

I let out a small sigh before slipping into the seat next to you. ''I know, i shouldn't have kept it from you''