One night a year the Hubs and I are gifted a night without kids. Yes, just one night a year. So we try and make the most of it. The In-laws take the little one’s to their place, and feed them full of junk until they nearly puke. For once, we don’t care…..we get the house to ourselves without kids! Woo Hoo!
The goal of this night to create a romantic evening where we re-connect, enjoy a fine dining meal (something a little fancier then the usual dinosaur shaped chicken and carrots with dip), maybe even see a movie from beginning to end without interruption, a fire, conversation and then ….wait for it….we sleep through the night. (What did you think I was going to say??) Sigh. Love.
Ummm. The following is how not to have that night.
Drop off the kids at Grandma’s house and realize I simply have to go to the grocery store before we go home. We don’t have the fixins for that romantic meal. Grocery shopping takes entirely too much time. It’s like a vortex in there. I get sucked in and can’t find my way out in under an hour! There is not a chance I’m getting my fancy dinner done in decent time now. I am clearly not a candidate for Hell’s Kitchen I don’t cook well under pressure.
As I rush the cooking process, because we are IDIOTS and accepted a party invitation for tonight, I pick up a lid from a hot pot which has just spent half an hour in a 425 degree oven….with my BARE HAND! Burn the crap out of two fingers and my thumb. Cry just a little as big fat welts appear. Put the hand on ice and do my best to carry on. Now I really must hurry. Rushing is not romantic. Burns are not sexy.
Spend the entire dinner chatting about the kids, then how much my fingers hurt, then the kids, then my aching fingers! (This is going well huh?)
After dinner, jump in the shower to try and get ready to go to the party. It takes forever with one hand. While he waits, the Hubby, he falls asleep on the couch. Good grief.
Head out to the party. Get lost along the way. Detour on date night takes up another 25 minutes or so. Is this quality time yet?
Arrive at the party fashionably late and are prepared to do our “drop in”. Only problem now, these are some of our best friends, we’re having a great time, so stay until midnight.
On the way home pick up a coffee at Tim Hortons hoping this will help me stay awake long enough to be ummm romantic with my Hubby. It helps.
When we get home try to save a wee bit of date night by breaking out the special dessert we bought to share…because sharing desserts is “date like”. Yah, the dessert totally sucked. A waste of calories. Hubby eats the trash bin worthy dessert anyway. I’ve given up.
The house is so quiet it’s almost eerie, my fingers hurt and I’m still hungry.
Finally take my burning fingers to bed.
Gotta be honest. This is not really the night I had envisioned. We had some giggles along the way, but tonight, it kinda sucked.
Next year. Plan ahead. Order in. No party. Stay home.
Only 364 days until next year baby.
Gigi says
Sounds about like our “date” nights too.
Kristina P. says
There is really little more painful than a burn, even first degree. That sucks!
Lady Jennie says
Oh gaaa
That one just about takes the cake.
Brian Miller says
ugh…lived that…once a year….come on….i would die…
That one girl says
That sounds like a night I would of had burned fingers and all.
I HATE when I hurt my hands OR feet. You just don’t realize how much you rely on both working together!
Day 2 Day Living says
We used to do date night once a week, because our kids are older. But that has lacked…badly!!
vinobaby says
A Do-over is definitely deserved!
At least the kids go TO your In-Law’s house though. My M-I-L insists on having a sleepover at OUR house when she baby-sits. How utterly romantic.
Better luck next time.
Domesticated-Bliss says
You just can’t make this stuff up! Sorry for the crazy night, but thanks for making me laugh on a Monday morning 🙂
Liz says
It is so hard when nights out are few and far between! You really need to work to make the most of it, though sometimes it just turns to shit. Total bummer!
Secret Mom Thoughts says
Oh that sucks sweetie! I hope you can have another kid free date before next year.
ChiTown Girl says
That night sucked to the nth degree. 🙁
Raquel's World says
Awww that does suck. The burned hand seemed the worse. I mean really how could you be romantic with blistered hands. From that point on the night was shot.
Ann-Marie says
We had one of those date nights too.
Hope your fingers feel better soon, appears your still about to type ;/ thank goodness for that
Caroline @ The Feminist Housewife says
I think you deserve a date night redo! ; )
I can relate…our date mights have sucked, hence we gave up on them. Lol!
Canadianbloggergirl says
Awe, I almost feel bad! Except hubby and I haven’t had too much time to ourselves in the last three years. Shall I say we aspire to have your one night a year? lol
CBG
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