My husband's boss had tickets to a great show tonight and invited us to go. It's a rare thing to have a "date night" without the kids so it was a nice change of pace. People constantly tell us how important it is to spend "quality time alone." It always seems to take an act of God to make this happen though. It's hard to have anyone watch four young children willingly, but tonight my parents took the challenge. (Thank you Mom and Dad!) What's strange is that it's often bittersweet when we're out. There's a mixture of wanting to break into song and dance, while at the same time finding ourselves talking only about the kids and wondering how they're doing. This usually happens when we're at a restaurant too. It feels odd not to order chicken nuggets and french fries or have at least two kid's drinks spill everywhere. On the other hand, as much as we miss them sitting/crawling under the table, we can't help but love enjoying a quiet dinner. One time while sitting at a nice place, we put a great big steak knife right in the middle of the table and looked at it just because we could. The waiter thought we had lost our minds. There were no little hands trying to grab it, no tiny fingers to worry about...just the two of us.
Even though we know before too long, the kids will want to go on dates of their very own, it's good for us to get out every once in a while and spend time together. There's something to be said about having fun without the kids to make the time with them even better.