Two For One
The hubby said it best. We are getting old. We are so old, and have so many children, that we actually hired a small team of babysitters to help with the kids so that we can have “date night” once a week. Can you believe it? We are 30 and 33, and already we must plan to spend time together. Everything I’ve always read suggests date night is a good idea. I always assumed that was for high-powered couples who had a tendency to put their jobs before one another. I never thought it was for people like us – a blue-collared provider and a wife who works, well …at will. Nonetheless, we had our first date night this week. I had asked one of the sitters to be here Tuesday night, but the dinner party we were attending was Wednesday night. When we realized my error, it was too late for me to cancel the sitter so hubby and I decided to sneak away to Dave and Busters (akin to Kahunaville, Jillian’s, or an adult Chuck E. Cheese) for a couple of hours. Boy, was it nice to sip a few without the children asking what we were drinking, and if they could have some. We played basketball (I got spanked, but, in my defense, we played after I had sipped a few), Wheel of Fortune, House of the Dead, and some darn game where I kept steering a boat into a wall. After a delicious meal and the game play, we stumbled home and I tried to pretend I was sober in front of the babysitter. We still needed her to come back on Wednesday night. Wednesday night arrived and we left, smartly dressed, for the party. We started out at a Lebanese restaurant, but when we got there we were told an employee was rude to our host so we moved the party to T.G.I. Friday’s (By the way, the lobster tortelloni was delicious). Hubby and I ended up being the only couple there, but we met a few people we didn’t know, talked about children, careers, some of our weight loss goals, etc. It wasn’t as much fun as DBs, but any night out that is filled with food and adult conversation is a good night in my book. This night did not include alcohol, but we chatted easily on the way home about the events of the evening. My recommendation: Date night gets two thumbs up. I have absolutely no guilt about leaving the boys with a competent adult. The oldest two love her, and my infant couldn’t care less. I did make one startling revelation. Neither night included sex. I remember when dinner, laughter and liquor was a sure sign that a romp was in order. Not this week. Oh well, I’ll have to remember to put sex on the schedule for next time.
