If you know me in real life, you already know that our life is always busy. I don’t think that there’s ever been a time when Ricky and I actually had large amounts of down time. So believe me when I say that I didn’t think that our life could possibly get busier as the calendar turned to September. And yet it did.
So to make up for the busy time – for my work, Rick’s work, blogging, family life, etc… We’ve been working on our office after the baby goes to bed. Right now, it’s 9:30 on Thursday night. And I’m sitting in my basement office, writing and working and whatnot. It’s not uncommon for us to order a pizza on a Friday night and migrate downstairs after the baby goes to bed. This constitutes date night. And no, I’m not kidding. We’re that romantic.
Now I realize that we need to have a real date night. But I just kind of life the last few months slip away…I guess I didn’t really realize how quickly time was passing. And then suddenly, last Friday night, I was voxing (Voxer is an app that you absolutely must download if you don’t already have it!) my friend Heather. Who started teasing us for being such workaholics. And subsequently told me that we really need to get a little life balance and go out for a date sometime.
At first, I was apprehensive. I mean, we’re busy. We barely have time to eat and sleep (and keep the house clean…), let alone go on a date. I don’t even remember the last time we WENT on a date. And that last sentence hit me: I DON’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE WENT ON A DATE. I called myself pathetic – because who doesn’t want to get dressed up for a night out with their hubby every once in a while?! – and resolved to figure out an actual date for us to go on to do something without baby, without puppies, without computer screens.
Will it happen? Eventually, I can pretty much guarantee that this will happen. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week. But we WILL go on a date before the year is done. The activator-achiever in me is now itching to make this happen. Because I am not going to become that couple that used to be fun, before they got old.
:sidenote: We’re still fun. I’m just trying to make a point. Over and out.
:sidenote again: I haven’t slept much this week. So apologies all around for spelling, grammer or that just didn’t make sense errors.
Tell me in the comments: when did you first realize that having kids made you…kind of boring? What did you do to change it?