My husband, Sean, works crazy hours, as you probably know if you read my blog, and he often doesn’t get home until I’m tucking the twins into bed. We’ve always kept the weekends as sacred as possible, making sure that the kids get an extra large dose of “daddy time”, and Sunday nights have traditionally been set aside as Family Night, but during the weekdays, he has been essentially absent. Then about a month ago, Sean decided to carve out every Thursday evening as Family Dinner Night. I knew he meant it when he said to his assistant, “Drew, block ...