Date night. Ah the glorious date night! It was nice. And it was boring. We have become boring!
We went to dinner at the place I work a couple of nights. When working I always day dream of being the person eating there. Ordering a bottle of wine and taking two hours to drink it. Eating all the yummy goodness they serve and chilling while listening to the wonderful music.
So we went and we ordered the yummy food and a half bottle of some wine and listened to some great music. And then we ate way too fast – the true markings of parents who aren’t used to relaxing date nights. We seem to have forgotten how to not rush. I swear at one point we wanted to go take a walk around as if we had our children in tow and needed to entertain them while we waited for the food. And then we realized, “wait!, It’s just us!”
I think we will have to learn how to eat out and chill, all over again when the kids turn 18.
Then we came home and got frisky.
No, not that kind of frisky but the kind that has to deal with a frisky puppy who DOES NOT want his nails cut, even with the gentle pedi paws we got him for Christmas (“what the hell kind of present is that?!” Duke asked with a tipped head)
So yes on our date night we rushed through dinner, tried to trim the puppy’s nails and then passed out.
We did get to sleep in the same bed with only a puppy to care for in the night. That was a treat!
And the topper was being woken up by a business phone call at 6:30 a.m., obviously this person does NOT live in Hawaii.
It was nice, but I think we need to do it more often so we actually remember HOW to date once again. ;)
(My mother in law is coming for 10 days in early January so I think we will get to practice…Can I get another “YAHOO!”)