The children are both out of the house. We've been child-free since 6:30 last night. Man-Cub is with Gram and Redheaded Snippet is with her BFF.
The Viking and I realized this was an opportunity not to be wasted. An entire 18 hours (and counting) of having the house to ourselves, without having to referee an argument, stop anyone from picking on anyone else, prevent or wipe up spills, free entangled hair or limbs, examine bumped heads or bruised knees, dodge flying Nerf darts, or tell anyone to stop making such a tremendous racket!
An evening in which to regroup, reconnect, recapture the spark of romance that sputters feebly in the winds of everyday life. An evening to forget we have two children, two sets of in-laws, a snot-nosed dog and a mortgage. Time for just the two of us, man and woman, lover and beloved, husband and wife.
Even Man-Cub sensed it. Just before he left with his backpack bulging with treasures necessary for an overnight outing to Gram's, he turned to us and said, "Now you can get on with your smoochin'-lovin'!" We tried to get him to tell us what "smoochin'-lovin'" meant, but he just pulled his usual fake-a-seizure-to-avoid-answering-a-question routine.
So, what did we do with our golden opportunity? Something we haven't done in a long, long time...
We shared fried chicken, a few beers and a few bars of chocolate while snuggled up under a blanket on the couch watching Get Smart!
It was so wonderful to feel young and in love again! To feel like a woman again!
Okay, I'm making fun of us, but, truly, we had a lovely evening! I wasn't feeling well enough to go out on what you might all a "classy" date, so The Viking brought the date to me. You gotta love a man who brings his cranky, crampy wife a bucket o' chicken, a dvd and three bars of her favorite chocolate. That, right there, is the benefit of experience. You can tell he's been married a few years.
Next time, dinner and dancing at a supper club. But for now, we're back to our usual Saturday routines: I'm blogging and he's gettin' jiggy with his power tools.
Only this Saturday, there are no kids in the way.
I think it's time for them to come home. I miss them.
3 comments:
I clicked the "funny" box. I wish I had fried chicken.
I mean, I wish I could be alone with my husband... :)
Now how come when I check back the "funny" box is not checked?
I don't get that thing.
I don't get it either. But, apparently, I can click it for myself. Quite an ego boost.
But I think I'm gonna get rid of it; it's silly.
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