Wife and Mommy

The Husband* and I managed to get out for a date last night! It was an unexpected, last minute thing. My sister came over to babysit because her plans to leave town got scrapped. She is Auntie extraordinaire and the kids love her. When she comes over to give The Husband and me a break, the agreement is that we get her a dinner of her choice, and pretty much have the kids ready for bed. She plays with them, gets them to bed and then holds down the fort while The Husband and I get a little time away.

So off we went last night to our favorite Mexican hole-in-the-wall place. It was wonderful to just sit down and talk about anything and nothing. The Husband remarked how odd it was to be able to eat without rushing before a child melted down. I had a drink with my chips and salsa and remembered life where no one needed something from me.

After dinner came the age-old question: what do we do now? Life in suburbia doesn’t offer much in the way of entertainment after about 9 PM unless you plan ahead for a movie or show…and quite honestly, we just didn’t want to be out too late knowing the Saturday morning wake-up would be painful on too little sleep.

We were content to drive around neighborhoods, dreaming of relocating to a beautiful, more spacious home. Our conversation continued and it was good to reconnect as a couple. Eventually I remembered that we needed a few things that we could get at the local Target. Husband pointed the car in that direction and we meandered our way to that area. A stop at the Chick-Fil-A drive-through for some milkshakes provided us dessert and a bit of a high school date feel. We got to the Target to discover it had closed moments before (it was 10:02 PM), thus bringing us back to the frustration of not knowing what to do. I suggested the grocery store but Husband wasn’t game. He wondered where the nearest bookstore was, but we figured out it was in the other direction and not worth it to get there before it closed (or maybe it was already closed). And so, reluctantly, we made our way home.

All was quiet on the home front, thank goodness. Nothing kills a good date like coming home to a disaster, so we were pleased that the kids had gone to sleep and stayed that way! We bid good-night to my sister and got ready to go to sleep ourselves.

It was a good kick-off to the long weekend. Sometimes you just need for things to go that smoothly.

*The Husband’s latest suggestion for his nickname: Muscle Man.
I think I might just stick with The Husband or Husband.