Saturday nights change after you have children. You probably knew that already.
Mine looks like this on a fairly regular basis.
The small people are sleeping, my husbands away. I may have a fairly dreadful movie on tv (The Ugly Truth... and it is pretty ugly... except of course for Gerard Butler!). I have developed blisters from cutting out those lego men. And a large percentage of those m&m's may have already been consumed.
What do your Saturday night's look like?