Saturday February 21, 2009
Last night David Lee and I had a date night out for the first time since June of last year. It was so much fun to be able to talk. You know, when you talk about a subject without being interrupted,
“Mommy, why do they call it sand paper?”
oh, and as I was saying,
“Mommy, when is the world’s birthday?”
and being able to talk without
“Mommy, why is it disrespectful to blow gas in the bathtub?”
having to weigh your words to see if they are appropriate for four year old ears. It was just so restful. (Since when is a date restful instead of a rush? Yikes. Oh. I remember. Since sick kids for too long. And since Mr. talkative kiddo.) Emily kept both boys for us. It was so wonderfully free to walk out to the car and have my door opened instead of trying to get squirmy coat-laden baby wiggled into the straps of his car seat while Adam gets buckled in on the other side.
I was determined to remember the camera. Something so rare should be memorialized. But of course, I forgot. And how do you take a picture of yourselves anyway? It’s no fun with no couples pictures.
Most times after a date, I come home completely energized for days. This morning I got up with the blahs and then felt guilty about feeling blah to top it off. It’s still winter. Blah. David Lee was heading to the shop again – blah – to work on a project (photos coming sometime soon since it’s a surprise for someone). Forgive me for being obnoxious; but my husband is absolutely amazing with projects like this and I am ultra proud of him for doing this one.
It’s still cold out. Blah. I don’t get SAD to the extent that I end up in bed; but I do get really, really low on energy and somewhat emotionally labile. David Lee says I’m doing better this winter then ever. Probably because for the first time since we are married I am living through winter not pregnant in a well-lit house. Still, it’s late February and I’m feeling it.
I think one of my love languages is the one they forgot about in the book. Quantity time. And part of that has nothing to do with him going to the shop and everything to do with having a baby under a year old. We thrive on doing stuff together … whether it’s both hanging out on the couch reading our own books (rare) or working on a home improvement project or working in the garden or talking. Winter cold and a baby who has been sick more then not this winter don’t mix. Which means I stay inside. He goes outside. Even when we worked together on his presentation, we had to do it separately since the boys rarely nap at the same time. One person did childcare; the other worked on the powerpoint.
So there I was, feeling old and sappy and not one bit in the mood for life. I looked in the mirror and decided it’s easy to spot a getting worn out mom in an economical recession when the new hip look is tired instead of sparkly and the new hip fad is couponing instead of scrapbooking.
About that time the phone rang. It was Emily. “I just called to tell you that you could have passed for being 16 last night. No one would ever guess you had two kids at home. They probably thought you guys were on your first date! You looked so young!”
How I love her.
But I’m pretty sure the waitress didn’t think we were on our first date. We used a restaurant.com certificate which meant our total had to be $45 to get $25 off our tab. Fun. That meant ordering whatever we wanted instead of trying to see which entree cost the least. I had New York Strip Steak; he had chicken parmesan. To get our bill up, we both added house salads and drinks.
She brought us four rolls and large house salads. I wasn’t finished with mine when she brought our entrees and opted to keep it. When our entrees were finished (meaning every last bite and they weren’t skimpy with the portions) we decided to splurge and split a piece of New York cheesecake to enjoy with our coffees. Delectable.
Just then the waitress returned to see if we were ready for our cheque. I looked up just in time to see her eyes grow wide as she approached our table where not a bite of food remained. “Can I get you guys anything else?” she asked hesitantly. Oh, no. We’re full to the brim. I smiled sweetly and felt like adding, “Caution: Objects at table can sometimes consume more food then expected.” But hey, I was hungry.
And now, can we please have summer?
loved your post! and wish you would’ve included pictures …:)
how is your man doing with his knee? Myron is almost fully recovered but still doing therapy twice a week. he plans on playing ball with the team in two months – hope he’s not crazy – almost makes me panic thinking about it.
I am so with you on BRING SUMMER – please!! sick of this cold dreary weather – and staying indoors.
totally made me laugh! (and i have the flu and it’s hard to find things funny enough to laugh about.) glad u had an awesome date. 🙂
I’m right there with you on the sad syndrome… so ready for summer even though at least this past week we had quite a bit of sunshine which really helps me. I stand at the window awhile and just soak it up…. and i don’t care if people passing by our busy road even see me and think i must be kookoo. You really deserved a date night out… i’m sure it made it extra special to you.
Delicious post. and funny.
you really brought a smile to my face! (I needed it bad, it was crackling dry today) We too clean up our plates well, mostly because Richard eats any and all left overs. Sometimes I sense him watching during the meal…just waiting for that moment when I sigh and push my plate across the table.
Spring can’t be more then a month away, I find a tiny sense of cheer in that thought. Glad you had a “date night”….and I bet you looked great! Sometimes all these weary mom bodies need is a cover up…perfume, smile, dressy dress and a heeled boot…nothing like feeling “slightly” younger/hotter for a night out! ~ cheers
Cute post Michelle! =) You sound just like Christy! =) And yes, Ed & I just had a date night and it was so very good!! I could actually eat my food slowly and hot!!!