A Stay At Home Date

I sent this text to B Daddy at work this past Friday:

Tired, kidded-out, overweight, 

pooch-bellied mama 

longing for freedom 

from babies and budgets here. 

This is the life we've made 

and I do love it,

but today I'm burnt out. 

Need wine.

And possibly a romantic comedy.

An hour later I met him at the back door with the kids and we took them out for ice cream instead of making dinner. We went to the park after and played. Then quickly came home and put all the littles in bed.

It was 8 o'clock and we didn't have a sitter and we couldn't leave the house, but I needed a date.  We didn't have wine, so we made mojitos (not a terrible substitution if you ever find yourself in a similar situation). I tossed this together for dinner. We sat at the dining room table and lit a candle. B Daddy even cleared off the pile of bills and lost toys that find their way onto the table each afternoon.

We ate. We laughed. We filled each other's glasses and talked about nothing and everything.

We realized we don't always need a waiter and a babysitter to have an evening out.