It’s a normal Tuesday afternoon and I need to change clothes so I can go to the park with my boys. Yep, it’s 4:00pm and I’m still in my pajamas. Don’t judge…
I head to my closet to get dressed, and as I’m looking for a comfy shirt to wear, my fingers come across the shirt.
My heart starts to flutter and I think, “Oh man, I love this shirt.”
This magical teal colored shirt makes me feel fantastic and somehow look ten pounds skinnier. I adore this shirt.
It looks so sad, hanging there on its plastic, dusty hanger. I consider putting it on, but it’s way too fancy to wear to the park and I’d die a slow death if my kids touch it with their sticky, peanut butter covered hands.
Standing there looking at my shirt, I start mentally piecing together the perfect outfit…skinny jeans, tan colored heels, my teal and pink beaded necklace from Stitch Fix, and a spritz of my favorite perfume.
Then an image flashed in my head of the last time I wore my shirt.
I was on a date with my husband. Happy memories of good food, laughter, and love flood my heart and tears start welling up in my eyes.
I miss my husband.
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I see him every day, he hasn’t gone anywhere. In fact, we sit on the couch together every night watching Netflix, computers perched on our laps.
What I miss is dating him. I miss uninterrupted conversations and having his full attention.
That’s when I knew I needed a date night.
I haven’t been on a date with my husband in over a year.
Here me out, we have a good excuse.
We were nomads for 6 months last year.
My husband’s job took him away from us for a few months, and as soon as he came home, we moved across the country. 3 months later, we moved again…to Alaska. Yep one cross country move followed by a month long drive across North America.
But now, we’ve been here for 6 months, and still no date night.
I tried contacting a few babysitters, but none of them worked out. So I just stopped trying. It’s complete laziness, I know that.
I tell myself that I like sitting on my butt and watching Netflix with my husband. That sounds much better than putting on an actual pair of jeans and makeup.
I believed that, I really did, until I found that darn shirt.
Now I need more.
We used to date all the time.
Once a month, we’d call our favorite babysitters and plan a night out for just the two of us.
I’d put on a nice outfit, blow out my hair, put on a full face of makeup, and spend a lovely evening with my husband.
Most of the time we went to dinner and a movie, but sometimes we’d do something more adventurous like exploring local museums, cool bars, and restaurants.
I loved our date nights. They were fun and they helped us connect.
We’d laugh, hold hands, and he’d open the car door for me.
They reminded me of our pre-kid selves.
I felt loved and more than just a yoga-pants-wearing-Mom. I’d be with my man, and he could be with the woman he fell in love with, not the Mombie he gets after our boys are in bed.
(n.) Mom-be: part Mom part sleep-deprived zombie.
We’d talk, and have actual conversations without being interrupted by kids or accidently dozing off mid-sentence.
I’d drink wine that’s not from a box and eat a hot meal that I didn’t have to share with anyone.
Date nights rocked!
I guess when you get out of the habit of doing something, you forget how great it can be.
So, I’m ready to date my husband again.
I recently received the book, 175 Best Date Ideas, and I was super impressed by all the fun things!
It’s packed full of ideas to date your spouse. Some of them are fun date night ideas like bowling, bike rides, laser tag, and exploring bookstores.
Other ideas involve staying home and doing fun things after the kids are in bed.
My favorite is planning a backyard campout with just you and your husband. How fun would that be?
Armed with this book, I’m ready to start dating my husband again.
When’s the last time you dated your husband?
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