You may have noticed that I dropped the ball on the whole monthly date post thing the last couple months.
So what happened? Well, the answer to that is pretty easy actually.
Gabriel started going out of town for work, two of my sisters and my dad decided to get married this summer, making us über busy (that, by the way, is the reason you’re only seeing two posts per week over here these days), and well, life happened.
I really thought April would be a no-brainer because my birthday is at the end of the month, but as it turned out, thanks to Gabriel spending most of the month in Texas working, it didn’t happen.
Gabriel gets props for trying valiantly though. He drove all day, to get home at dinner time on my birthday and offered to take me out. Very sweet of him, but it doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to be able to tell that a guy who’s been driving for 12 hours straight doesn’t really want to get back in the car again to go to dinner.
He went back to Texas again in the middle of May, but just before he did, we went out on a date. A real date. Dad babysat Garrett for us, and we went to a local restaurant. It was such a simple thing, but it meant so much to have Gabriel up and decide to take me out, and not let me talk him out of it (I often do because I tend to feel guilty about taking time away from other projects, and spending money we don’t to, yadda, yadda, yadda).
Since Gabriel’s been back from his second Texas trip, we’ve more than made up for the lack of date nights earlier in the year. We went to a Greek restaurant for the first time in my life (it was delicious!), and left both kids home with my sister while we went to a live music event on our town square one night – and then took advantage of Sonic’s half price shakes after 8:00 deal.
It’s fun now that Haddassah’s getting older, to be able to leave the kids with a sitter and go do something together. Just the two of us. By ourselves. I feel like we’re starting to climb out of the “just parents” hole where everything we did kind of revolved around being parents, and there was no focus on us as a couple at all.
Going out together, without the kids, is a little bit like stepping back in time to when we nothing but a couple. Allowing us to have a long conversation, and brainstorm, and make plans together uninterrupted, without stopping to help one child use the potty, or the other child get out of the toy box she’s stuck in, or break up a fight (yes, my kids fight – and one of them is less than a year old! )
Of course, we don’t mind those little chores. We love our children, we love helping them and being with them. But every once in a while, we need to take a step away from the person we are, as a parent, to spend some time together as the people who married eachother however long ago.
That’s what dating has become all about to me.