Breaking the pact

The husband and I have a pact.  Bed time is bed time, tools down, no matter what you're doing and get to bed.  Especially for me - apparently I suffer (or others do) when I'm tired.  The husband is out this evening and I've well and truly broken the pact, sewing a skirt that and egged on with 'just a little bit more...'.  I've left the trickier bits for another time (invisible zip and hem).  They can wait.  

Boys had a great day, the eldest has made a valentines card at nursery.  It's for someone special, then he told me it's for him.  I asked if maybe it was for Dada - the response was that Dada can share it.  I quite like that.... he is special and sharing is important.