I used to snicker at the thought of a date night with your own husband. I found it laughable that you would get a sitter for the kids to get out of the house for a few hours with your SO. We would do that spending time together after the kids went to bed.
Well, my birthday (In January, look at the date of this post.) I wanted some Margaritas from Hacienda. I thought it would be perfect after almost three years of not going out.
Babysitter for all three kids? (My oldest being at her father's.) I consistently had one back out. So finally I broke down and asked my mother if she would watch Anya. If anyone anyhow it should be her, Anya likes her so much.
So we were all set up, my mom watched Anya and Nikki, and we took Jimmy down to his mom's and she watched him overnight.
I had a great time. I forgot what it was like to eat a meal without someone climbing all over me. No arguments at the table, it was really nice!
We had a neighboring table next to us with an open window separating us that had a three year old girl and a five year old boy, and they were a lot of fun. They'd say hi, he's poke his head around the corner and sneak a peek once in a while. Their parents tried to apologize to us, but it was good. We explained we had quite the clan at home.
The highlight of the night came from the little boy. He was pretending to play McDonald's, and wanted to take my order. I told him I didn't like McDonald's, so he wanted to give me pizza instead. So he delivered that through the window, and then asked if my 'dad' wanted some.
My DAD. My husband.
I thought it was the best compliment to me EVER. Jim was a little put off, and I've had a few jabs at him since. "Dad, can I run to the store to pick up a few things?" I don't see that one going away for a while.
So overall, I now understand the reason for having a Date Night. I hope it won't be three more years before I have another, but this one will carry with me for a long time to come.
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