Whenever I’d hear the words, “date night”, I’d reflexively think, first world problems. So, yes, while it’s difficult being married to me for many reasons, it’s just another to add to the list, I suppose, the fact that I don’t really “get” this whole need to schedule 1:1 time for a couple.
I mean, it’s an understatement to say it’s hard stepping away when you have two little ones. And, most importantly, I am so mother effing tired all the mother effing time from being a mother effing mother. I’d much rather go to bed early than spend the time and effort to go out. You’ve gotta find someone to watch the kids, prep their dinners, prep the bedtime stuff, and not to mention bracing yourself for them not following the rules you’ve so painstakingly established. Don’t get me wrong, once we’re out, I have a blast. I love the food and the drinks (my god the drinks!). But the energy I need to muster to get myself out is substantial.
But, I get it. The effort it takes to figure out a place to go and get a rez, is not easy either. And it’s a slap in the face for me to say so grudgingly, fine I’ll go. So, I put on my happy face and said to hell with the worrying and the being tired and I’m going to just have a good time and relaxxxxxxx.