Tales From A Date Night Disaster

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tales from a date night disaster

My husband and I decided to go on a date night. Actually the church we attend offered free babysitting so we really couldn’t NOT go.

 In theory, date night sounds awesome, right?

You get to spend a few hours without your children.  No cooking.  No dishes.  No pleading with your child to eat more than one lick of their dinner.  Sounds delightful!  However, if you’re like me, your children can create a date night disaster that will make you never want to leave the house again.

My children have radar when it comes to knowing I’m about to walk out the door without them.  This may be because my general attire is sweatpants and t-shirts that have stains on them.  So when I put my dress sweats on – they know something is up!

This means that their “MOMMY I NEED YOU” meter goes from zero to a thousand as soon as I come down the stairs.

So before my husband and I even get out the door chaos has erupted and it makes it even more difficult to leave.  That being said, I am extremely stubborn so once a plan has been placed into motion – there’s no going back! Two screaming children buckled into their car seats later, we are off to church.

Next up is drop off.

For my 11-month old that’s relatively easy as he is unable to run.  I drop him and zip out of the room without looking back.  My three-year-old, on the other hand, is much more difficult.  He needs consoling and a little encouragement.  And by the encouragement I mean he needs to be bribed.  At this point, it’s whatever works.

After two successful drop-offs, my husband and I high-five in the hallway and dash off to the car.  And then I start to worry.  Will my 11-month old be okay?  He knows mommy is coming back right?

Maybe we should just text to make sure.  No?  Okay, fine.

We make it to dinner and it is fantastic.  The food is really good.  The drinks are delicious.  We get ready to pay and realize we’ve been gone for exactly forty-five minutes.  My husband and I stare at each other like, well, now what?  How are we possibly going to stay out for another 2.5 hours?  I guess we could look at pictures of the kids?  Do they miss us?  Aren’t they adorable?!

Please tell me we aren’t the only couple that has forgotten how to go out on a date?

Thankfully our date night is saved by running into some amazing friends.  We start chatting and all of a sudden it’s time to get the kids.  Somehow in this demented world of parenting, we are almost giddy with excitement about picking them up.

We get home and start the bedtime routine.  Only it’s late.  So very late.  My 11-month-old can’t get to sleep.  He’s being extremely fussy.  My three-year-old doesn’t want to go to bed.  He wants to sleep with us.  And so in order for anyone to get sleep, my husband and I agree to allow our three-year-old to sleep with us.  Which basically turns into me sleeping on a sliver of bed.  My son fully takes over the rest of the bed and my husband ends up on the couch.  Then the baby cries and I can’t get back to sleep for two more hours because I actually was able to finish two drinks at dinner {which never happens} and now I have a headache.

Dawn breaks and both of my children wake up not a minute after 6am.  I drag myself downstairs to attend to their needs.  My husband is barely awake.  It’s at this point that I realize, no good deed goes unpunished.

Tales From A Date Night Disaster