Monday, March 19, 2007

I'll delete this when my son can read -- Robin

Recently, I turned to my husband and said, “Honey, I finished my young adult novel! Are you proud of me? And have you always worn your hair like that?” It was then that I realized...we need to go on a date.

Hubby and I have not gone out to dinner, alone, in over 5 months. I was ready to eat anything not made of imitation vegetable chicken nugget meat, or smothered in cheese.

It was all planned out. We’d drop our 4-year old off at the gym for their kids' party from 5 to 9. Cool. We had four hours. We’d have dinner at a fancy-pants restaurant then cruise on over for our 7 p.m. reservation at the hot tubs at Sycamore Mineral Springs. Lovely.

We arrived at the sushi restaurant by 5:30 (the same sushi restaurant where my hubby procures his vegetable oil for his car, so it felt only fitting to eat the same oil we were freely driving around on). But there was a line out the door. We wouldn't make our hot tub reservation! So we hightailed it to a café just around the corner from the hot springs.

The $4 beer? Good. The food? Not so good. (Why did I pay $13 for something I could've gotten at Carl's Jr.?) Just as we were finishing our not-so-good meal, our cell phones started ringing. My husband answered his.

Hubby: Hello? What!? My son has had an accident?

(Oh-my-god...my stomach did flips, I almost hurled my Carl's Jr.-ish food back onto my plate. Had my boy chopped his arm off? Was it dangling by a tendon?)

Hubby: Oh. He pissed his pants. That's...just...great. Yes, we'll be there right away.

I pictured my little boy sobbing in the corner because of his wet pants, and wishing he had parents who would go through life more prepared. It was 6:30. It would've taken us almost an hour to go home, get clothes, and get them back to the gym.

So we went shopping at Mervyn's. We looked at each other over the clearance items for Osh Kosh jeans and said, "Is this romantic? Are ya feeling it, honey?" We spent $22 on pants, new underwear, and socks.

We hightailed it back to the gym, fully expecting our boy to be balled up in a corner, mortified. Nope. He was fine. Just put on a diaper and kept on playing. He looked at his new clothes and sighed, as if putting these things on were going to slow him down. I told him we could take him home if he wanted. Nope. He wanted to stay.

I met my husband in the lobby. It was 7:20. We missed our hot tub reservation and we only had $5 left. So we ended up at Foster's Freeze sharing an Oreo Twister while we waited for our boy to be done with his night out.

Lovely.

So what are you all doing Friday night? Anyone want to babysit?

- Robin

9 comments:

SilberBook-Blog said...

*sighing knowingly

Ah, the importance of embracing those moments our kids are both the most important things and the reason a $5 Oreo Twister can become foreplay.

here's to "next" time (and congrats on finishing the book!)

alan

Laini Taylor said...

Aw, sorry your date didn't go so well, but it sounds like you've got a really well-adjusted little guy!

daphne grab said...

the other day as my husband i were dragging ourselves out of bed before the sun was up to get our 2 happily squealing 2.5 yr olds he said 'remember when we could sleep late and then hang out in bed all morning on saturdays?' and the thing is, it's only been 2+ yrs but i really can't even remember that time anymore :-)

Disco Mermaids said...

Hey, Alan! Ice cream...as foreplay! Why didn't I think of that!

Laini- my guy is totally well-adjusted. More than I am for sure.

Daphne-Hi! Happy to see a Longstocking commenting! And, yes, sleeping in is a very distant memory. I suppose we can snuggle in bed on a Saturday in 14 years when the boy goes off to college!

-Robin

Debby G. said...

I remember about ten years ago, before we had cell phones, we went to a nice restaurant to celebrate our anniversary. Just as the waitress was delivering our food, the babysitter called the restaurant to say our baby son wouldn't stop crying.

We put our food in doggy bags and rushed home. By the time we got there, he was fast asleep.

On the bright side, our thirteen-year-old can now babysit her brothers, and we don't even have to pay her!

Disco Mermaids said...

Hey, Debby! Send your daughter my way!

-Robin

Lisa said...

As sorry as I am that things didn't go as you planned, I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one this kind of thing happens to.

There's a reason why my hubby and I haven't had a date night in almost 6 months!

Good luck with the next one!

Lisa :)

Natalie said...

I know the feeling, Robin! My husband and I were on a trans-Atlantic flight once with our daughters, then 3 and 6 months. When they finally fell asleep--the 3-year-old draped over my husband, the 6-month-old in my arms, and fish crackers strewn everywhere--we put on the headphones and started watching the in-flight movie (already half over). We suddenly looked at each other and said: "It's like we're on a date, isn't it?"

Sad, but true!

Anonymous said...

I can't count the last time my husband and I went out for dinner in months . . . it was July of 2003.

Yes, we're still married. Unfortunately, dinner out (just the 2 of us) is probably still years away!