Will you go out with me?
While sifting through unfolded laundry, sippy cups (which are always under investigation for truth to the time when they were filled), car payments, catching up on “So You Think You Can Dance”, balancing work schedules, and searching for tape to finish wrapping the 18th birthday present given this month....I still get giddy about a little romance!
Let the night’s dance begin….
Now the chore is to find the perfect outfit, shower (while kids are learning how to match patterns thanks to Millie & the rest of the Umizoomi Team), shave the legs & arm pits (quickly but hopefully razor burn free), blow dry & straighten hair…wear it up? wear it down? how about a cute flower from etsy?, get a bag of Kix for the whiny & hungry, change outfit after trying on the original pick, add clean jammies to diaper bag, put hair up due to armpit and awkward body moisture rapidly forming, attempt to wrangle all escaping toys from all toy boxes, change shoes to flip flops due to blisters already forming, put one child in time-out for assaulting the other child, straighten hair again to get ponytail crease out, explain to offspring that deciding to beat their sibling is not the appropriate response to having their screw driver taken from them, sweep up the stray and smashed Kix, text back co-worker that you can’t cover their closing shift tonight, win the game of hide & seek with the clever left shark flip flop, load clean sippy cups in diaper bag, strap wiggly children into their car seats, run back in house to turn off straightener (only you can prevent house fires), head out to drop monkeys off at the home of the glorious heaven sent babysitter, give instructions to spouse about potential meeting spots via speaker phone discreetly so that no traffic citations are received, arrive at baby wrangler's location with a huge grin.
….once the kin is successfully unloaded and temporarily abandoned, LET FREEDOM RING!
….meet up with your hottie….and the long anticipated DATE NIGHT BEGINS!!
….now to enjoy the crying of some else’s child, hearing someone else being told to “take their 10”, kiss for no reason, walk past the toy isle void of any arguments presented to stop, play, & purchase, entering vehicle and leaving parking lot in under 10 seconds, hold hands with an adult, avoid every public bathroom in town, play footsie, tell a story from beginning to end with no interruption, sit at a table clear of any chicken tenders, apple slices, or crayons, wearing a white shirt, not counting to 3, enjoying the love of your life……
….IT’S DATE NIGHT!!!
Now the chore is to find the perfect outfit, shower (while kids are learning how to match patterns thanks to Millie & the rest of the Umizoomi Team), shave the legs & arm pits (quickly but hopefully razor burn free), blow dry & straighten hair…wear it up? wear it down? how about a cute flower from etsy?, get a bag of Kix for the whiny & hungry, change outfit after trying on the original pick, add clean jammies to diaper bag, put hair up due to armpit and awkward body moisture rapidly forming, attempt to wrangle all escaping toys from all toy boxes, change shoes to flip flops due to blisters already forming, put one child in time-out for assaulting the other child, straighten hair again to get ponytail crease out, explain to offspring that deciding to beat their sibling is not the appropriate response to having their screw driver taken from them, sweep up the stray and smashed Kix, text back co-worker that you can’t cover their closing shift tonight, win the game of hide & seek with the clever left shark flip flop, load clean sippy cups in diaper bag, strap wiggly children into their car seats, run back in house to turn off straightener (only you can prevent house fires), head out to drop monkeys off at the home of the glorious heaven sent babysitter, give instructions to spouse about potential meeting spots via speaker phone discreetly so that no traffic citations are received, arrive at baby wrangler's location with a huge grin.
….once the kin is successfully unloaded and temporarily abandoned, LET FREEDOM RING!
….meet up with your hottie….and the long anticipated DATE NIGHT BEGINS!!
….now to enjoy the crying of some else’s child, hearing someone else being told to “take their 10”, kiss for no reason, walk past the toy isle void of any arguments presented to stop, play, & purchase, entering vehicle and leaving parking lot in under 10 seconds, hold hands with an adult, avoid every public bathroom in town, play footsie, tell a story from beginning to end with no interruption, sit at a table clear of any chicken tenders, apple slices, or crayons, wearing a white shirt, not counting to 3, enjoying the love of your life……
….IT’S DATE NIGHT!!!
(love you babe, you're even cuter than the day I met you!)
1 comment:
Erin-
I just found your blog through FB. You are so fun! This post makes me yearn for a past due date night!
You should check out my blog too! Glad we can keep in touch :)
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