Thursday, January 9, 2014
Tonight is special
For those of you who read my last post, you know I have been playing single parent for a few days. No big deal really. Just another stroll in the park. (Cue whistling and nonchalant stroll) BTW bedtime last night went off without a hitch. The girls stayed in the same room - ALL NIGHT - without incident. Will that ever happen again? Shake your Magic 8 Ball to find out; I bet "Chances are Not Likely" will come up.
Back to the topic du jour. Tonight being special. It is special because the lady of the house is returning home. Please do not ask what time she will come home. That question has been asked more than a million-gazilion times since she has left two days ago. At least they spread em out over the entire span of their mom's absence. Because if they asked that many times all at once, or all in a row, I would be curled up in a ball in the corner rocking myself to insanity.
My beautiful wife is coming back today and we have a date tonight. These two occasions weren't planned to be in conjunction, but when God gives you limes, you make margaritas. This date night isn't like the normal date night. Its not "Oh, I'll watch your kids tonight so you can go out to dinner." This is a full on, pre planned, dinner and a show date. A while back I got tickets to Phil Vassar at a local venue. (Honestly the only thing I know of Mr. Vassar is his song on our wedding CD that we made for our wedding favors.) But he can't be too bad. Adult Contemporary Country with a little hipness. As long as it isn't One Direction or Ms. I-Can't-Really-Sing Swift. I have heard enough of those two in my head when I wake up, when I go to sleep, when I drive the car. Sometimes I think I have a brain tumor, then I just remember we only listen to Radio Disney. (Woah, we have veered quite far from the topic.) Maybe there's some validity to Radio Disney causing brain diseases. I'll get back to you on that. Please people of Disney, there is no scientific proof to my theory. I am totally positive there is no correlation between your quality Satellite Radio Station and any body damaging sickness. Please don't punish me by making me ride It's A Small World for eternity. It will never happen again.
We are planned to drop the kids off for a sleepover at the grandparents and head to our show. I'm sure there will be some date stops in between. Some really romantic stops. Like the clearance isle at Target or a romantic stroll through the drug store on our way to pick up pictures that were printed, yet we have no room for any more photo albums. And since the rise in popularity of digital cameras, who has photo albums anymore? (I'm noticing a theme today - not staying on topic. Mental note: Don't blog in the morning.) If we can keep ourselves under control on our romantic stops, we should be able to get to our show a little early for a pre dinner cocktail (for me) and an unleaded beverage for the one with the baby bump.
And after the show we are to pick up the older one from her slumber and return her to home in preparation for her upcoming school day and leave the younger child to sleep. (Don't worry, we aren't leaving her there for good. She'll be dropped off in the morning. If we haven't run off to Tijuana.) All in all it seems like a good plan. I'm excited for a night off. The Wife has expressed her excitement for a night out. The kids are excited to take over The House That Grandpa Built.
Everything looks great, on paper. What could possibly go wrong?