When we learned I was pregnant, we swore that we'd continue to make regular efforts to go out together. Surely after a few weeks we'd have the energy to go out. Surely we'd find a caring, reliable babysitter available on a weekly basis to help out. Surely we'd never become that couple too tired or too bored to have a dinner conversation, staring blankly at one another at the nearest bland chain restaurant.
Yes, yes - surely cue laughter here.
So it turns out the date planning post kid ("PK") is more akin to launching a multi-front international invasion. Napoleon had nothing on my ability to coordinate the armed forces of Babysitter, Restaurant Reservation, Husband Scheduling (or Attempts Thereto), Suddenly Sitter-Averse Master P and, um, Last Minute Pulling Myself Together-ing. The AH & I now have strategic meetings about so-called "Date Nights" and penciling in dates weeks in advances. So we have & continue to make an effort, but between the AH's frenzied job, the fun of securing a sitter, and Master P's sniffles & recent "stranger danger", it has been more on a once or twice monthly basis.
This past weekend was worth the World War III level scheduling efforts, however. We talked, not about scheduling or Real Life Stuff, but just fun banter like we haven't done in a while. We escaped the heat with a beer and a movie, both of which we can't recommend highly enough:
|Excellent, excellent, excellent - oh, any probably copyright DreamWorks Studios or some legal thingymagig.|
*See, I am able to do complex scheduling for something - that should make you Life Planner Mom Schedule Agenda of Doom types happy!
*Unless the AH makes good on his threat to make me see "Rise of the Apes of Gargamel Hogwarts"or whatever...