(Baby "G" wearing his sisters scarf, holding a sucker, and asking me to take pictures of him in all the glasses he was trying on while waiting for the eye doctor to see "T")
I told him, "Because it helps us stay in love."
I let out a long sigh as I sat down in the car and it rolled down the driveway. I smiled at the husbird, happy for pulling off what felt almost impossible, a date with my man.
We don't pay "A" to babysit. I usually just bring her back some left over food from our dinner as a little thank you. She loves it. Tonight I brought the other kids some mini candy canes I bought after Christmas that I'd been hiding in the car. I love when small things make them happy. Maybe I'll make it a tradition to bring them all a little treat, because then they'll look forward to and encourage (stretching) the husbird and I going on dates. I'll try anything to make it easier.
One of my favorite dates, if you want to know, would involve a low key dinner, possibly Cafe Rio, probably wandering the aisles of a book store or a trip to a lighting, plumbing, or flooring store to pick out items for the basement, and for sure a large dose of attention and affection from my man.
Dating takes a major effort at this stage of life, but I love the closeness I feel with the husbird after a date. I won't mention how I feel when we walk in the door from a date and it looks like a toy bomb exploded. Ughhh. Can you relate?