By Momopins on March 05, 2012
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It’s no secret that couples who find time to go on a regular date night are supposedly happier and better connected than those who don’t. My husband and I are trying to get on the date night bandwagon these days. It’s hard because, well-we prefer our daughter to be with us. Still, it is nice to get out sans baby and reconnect from time to time.
5:45 p.m. My husband pulls me aside and gently points out to me my habit of getting into a “baby-sitter directions loop” and asks if I’d please check myself this time. According to him, I tend to walk around the house going over already discussed directions with the babysitter, like a mother chicken with her head caught off.
6:00 p.m. Write helpful phone numbers on the white board. Second guess my desire to put 911 on the list because I never want to insult any one’s intelligence. Decide I am willing to live with the risk and write it anyway.
7:00 p.m. Babysitter arrives. Our 21-month old daughter ceases to know we exist (Isn’t she a little young to find us so uncool?) I try to give her a goodbye kiss, but she smooshes my face away with her hand and gleefully yells out, “Bye, Mama!”
7:15 p.m. On our way to dinner. I decide now is as good a time as any to check in and make sure everything is going smoothly back at the homestead. My husband shoots me a look as I send a “How’s it going?” text.
7:30 p.m. (Yes, I know it’s early) Get seated at the restaurant. I’m slightly giddy at the thought of eating a meal out and being able to actually chew my food.
This is going to be great.
7:50 p.m. After an initial few awkward minutes spent trying to get used to it being just us, the conversation starts to flow. We begin a serious, heart to heart conversation about whether Swiper the Fox is a mean character or just mischievous.
Sparks are flying.
7:55 p.m. Realizing we need to take advantage of our evening to ourselves, we vow to devote the next 10 minutes to adult conversation. This works for 2 minutes, then...
7:57 p.m. Our babysitter sends a a photo text of our daughter playing dress-up.
We’re sunk. The rest of the conversation pretty much revolves around her.
9:15 p.m. Arrive home and walk in the door to find our daughter just as happy as when we left. The babysitter tells us she was great and never cried out for either one of us, even once.
I'm sure that was meant to be reassuring.
9:30 p.m. Baby's in bed. Trying again to reconnect over a game of Scrabble (not terribly romantic but one of our favorite things to do when we first started dating).
10:00 p.m. She creeps out of her room, doing her best Maggie impersonation with her pacifier. We decide to call it a night and all head in to bed together. I pull her up between the two of us and we clasp hands over her.
We’re total suckers for that kid.