Saturday was date night. Or rather, dinner. Just the two of us. On a quest for food.
And what a quest it was. We drove to numerous places only to be discouraged at the lack of parking spaces available or long wait times. Finally, we gave up on the sit-down idea and tried our luck at a buffet instead. The line was still stretched past the door, into the frigid 30 degree weather, but it seemed to be moving at a decent enough pace. However, I wasn’t dressed for the cold. I had on a turtleneck, but a chunky knit wraparound sweater (which J refers to as my Obi-Wan sweater) in place of a heavy winter coat.
“If I knew we’d be standing outside, I would have worn a coat”, I said shivering. “Silly me, I thought we’d be sitting in someplace warm by now.”
Next date night, especially if it’s on a Saturday, I’ll be sure to make a reservation in advance.
We eventually made it through, of course, and it was nice from that point. It was quiet. It wasn’t stressful or chaotic. We didn’t have to play pickup with any of the numerous items we give Abby during a meal to keep her occupied. I didn’t have to wrestle Buzz into his seat. We didn’t have to argue with Jedi to take a bite. We just ate and talked.
When we returned home a few hours later, I could hear Abby laughing at Grandma from the front stoop. My heart lifted in that moment and I couldn’t wait to get inside. Very quickly, however, life returned back to normal. The kids were rambunctious and riled up, screaming and whining and loud. It was like we had never left. Next date night, along with reservations, I’ll be sure to have a few drinks, too.