My mother (and others) have always told me it is important to set aside a date night with your husband every week. I didn't really get that in my first two years of marriage since it kind of felt like every night was date night. I mean - we spent a LOT of quality time together. This year, I get it.
Life gets hard with a baby and you are rarely alone, and when you are alone it's usually in bed at night when all you want to do is roll over anddie sleep. You are stretched thin trying to juggle work, and stresses of home and baby and conversations can get short and a little terse at times.
Friday night date night means you can both breathe. No one has to take care of the baby, no one at work can bug you (if you turn off your blackberry), and you can just have a couple hours to talk like adults to each other about something besides poopy diapers and schedules. Yeah, that stuff is real - who knew?
I LOVE Friday date night. It is currently keeping our marriage together. Especially when it come right after texts with the F-bomb, or texts that may have been sent this week like, "hope you're having fun at that event, it's been fun here for me too." and "Sorry doesn't cut it." Yes, I am a monster. I mean I would be if I had sent texts like that.
Anyway, last night we went to dinner at a restaurant that promised a "European potpourri of delights". How could we resist?
They sat us in their no-smoking section, which basically consisted of four tables, right next to all of the smoking tables. Good thinking. But hey, that's progress for Georgia. To even call a section that.
We had a nice time together, although we both were sort of zombies, and we were mostly amused by some of the English in the menu.
First we were impressed that there was a "fitness menu." I'm not sure what they mean by it, I had sort of assumed it meant healthy. But then some of the offerings were....
Perhaps my favorite was the ironic, "Fasting Menu". All I can say is, "I do not think that word means what they think it means." There is quite an extensive fasting selection. I lied. I can say one more thing. I wish this is what fasting meant in our church.
Life gets hard with a baby and you are rarely alone, and when you are alone it's usually in bed at night when all you want to do is roll over and
Friday night date night means you can both breathe. No one has to take care of the baby, no one at work can bug you (if you turn off your blackberry), and you can just have a couple hours to talk like adults to each other about something besides poopy diapers and schedules. Yeah, that stuff is real - who knew?
I LOVE Friday date night. It is currently keeping our marriage together. Especially when it come right after texts with the F-bomb, or texts that may have been sent this week like, "hope you're having fun at that event, it's been fun here for me too." and "Sorry doesn't cut it." Yes, I am a monster. I mean I would be if I had sent texts like that.
Anyway, last night we went to dinner at a restaurant that promised a "European potpourri of delights". How could we resist?
They sat us in their no-smoking section, which basically consisted of four tables, right next to all of the smoking tables. Good thinking. But hey, that's progress for Georgia. To even call a section that.
We had a nice time together, although we both were sort of zombies, and we were mostly amused by some of the English in the menu.
Items like this one below: "Breakfast fitness"- Read and be surprised. |
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