Waiting....

I'm waiting for my lovely DH to arrive home. It is 11, which is later than normal for him. I suspect that he has stopped off at the local hang out, nicknamed IP- usually a group from his work go together. Sometimes I wish I had the freedom to meet them out, but I am a sahm and therefore I must stay at home w/ our daughter. I don't mind it, but it does get a little lonely. Well I get a lonely, for adult conversation. He's home, gotta jet.