Dan and I try to have a date night every Friday night. Sometimes we go out on Saturday if that’s better for the sitter; sometimes Thursday if we just can’t wait. But we almost always have some sort of weekly romantic rendezvous, even if it’s just a simple stay-at-home date night.
I say simple, but truth be told, on those evenings when it’s just me and Dan and all the quiet? I kind of like to do it up in style. If not a night out on the town, then Pioneer Woman’s Grilled Ribeye Steak with Onion-Blue Cheese Sauce, or take-out, or a bottle of bubbly.
There’s a lot of toil in this life of ours. Joy, too, no doubt — but oh, the toil. Sometimes it feels like it never stops. So when it’s time for a little sweet lovin’ with my sweet lover? I’m pulling out all the stops, girlie girls.
Then last week came along and I suggested splurging on our favorite Thai take-out and Dan was game but I don’t know. I was just tired. And a little blue. And ohmygosh if one more small female creature called out MOmOmOmOmOmOm with her tattle tale in hand I was going to lose it.
(As an aside, I had to laugh last night when– in response to a comment I made about how I had the best job in the whole wide world — five-year-old Lucy said: “So, when you were little you told God that you really wanted to be a worker and he said, ‘OK! You can be a mama and work every day of your little life!’ I get it!” Because, yes.)
Anyway, I guess I was just having a hard time getting into purty flirty mode.
So I called up that husband of mine on the old telephone and said, “Yo yo yo, babycakes. What do you say we skip the Thai, the primping, and all that good stuff and just lay low?”
And he said, “Sure!” because he’s sweet like that.
So we tucked the littles up all snug in their rugs and had a date night, easy breezy style.
The first thing that had to go was the cute hairstyle. The postpartum shedding has begun which is something that I despise with the passion of a thousand suns. So ponytail it was, because hair anywhere but on my head is the quickest way to ruin a date night. I know you fellow Moms-in-arms feel me.
For dinner we went the 50′s diner route and made ooey gooey grilled cheeses. Hello, lover.
And for the side dish, Kettle Brand sea salt and vinegar potato chips. Because oh my yum.
Try not to be jealous of my mad cooking skillz.
Then, because my culinary brilliance knows no bounds, I thought: I have puff pastry, Trader Joe’s lemon curd, and even a bit of whipping cream. This dessert will be both a breeze and a gift to our taste buds!
Hahahahahahahaha. Don’t try this at home. Or anywhere, actually.
Ah, but never fear, simple syrup, Cointreau, tequila, and fresh-squeezed lime juice will make everything better. Promise.
So, that was that. That (plus a little Drew Barrymore/Hugh Grant goodness) was our date night, and simple was sweet.
You know, I knew this, but it was nice to have a little reminder that truly, all we need is love.
And grilled cheese.
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