As those of you who don’t live in the same town as your peanut’s grandparents/aunts/uncles/godparents/whatever can relate to, it’s tough to find a good babysitter. Even tougher to pay the
ransom going rate for a sitter these days. As a result, we just don’t go out a lot. Date nights are, unfortunately, few and far between either out of sheer lack-of-going-out inertia or my inability to justify spending that much on top of dinner and a movie for a casual night out.
During our anniversary trip, the hubby and I agreed that we definitely need to prioritize the infamous date night. And although it’s still fun to snuggle on the couch watching Netflix, it is a totally different story when you’re out of the house without a diaper bag, coloring books and can order a serious cocktail, or several.
By sheer luck, we ended up doing a trade off with a girlfriend this weekend. She and her hubby wanted to see a friend’s band. My hubby and I had been chatting about seeing the new Coen brothers movie. Friday night, I sat for them while they went out. Saturday, she sat for us while we went out.
And both nights were fantastic. Her little guy was a breeze and I spent an evening in a house where I had no laundry/dishes/unfinished tasks looming in my sight line and *gasp* read a book. Saturday, the hubby and I went to a local burger joint where kids under 18 aren’t allowed inside and had a burger, a pitcher of beer and carefree conversation. And the movie was hilarious (even if the lovely Georgetown streets I love and a key location in the film weren’t authentic).
Although I’m exhausted from two nights out, it was totally worth it. Quality time with myself one night, quality time with the hubby the next. And, to add a cherry to the top of my fun weekend sundae, the hubby took the peanut to do the grocery shopping this morning! How did a girl get to be so lucky?