Toys stay on the floor and dishes in the sink... Tonight is date night. At least, I think it is. Joe's not back from tucking in Diego, so that might be a sign that he's accidentally resting up for date night. I should know. I just woke up from putting Julio to bed.
"What does this dynamic couple do for date night?" I know you're wondering. No, there is no babysitter or idling taxi waiting for me to put the finishing touches on my up-do. These days, date night is more of a sweatpants and herbal tea type of affair. There is usually a laptop and a DVD involved. Sometimes we watch the whole thing (not in one installment) or enjoy a (huge) bowl of ice cream.
When Diego was a baby, we used to read or play scrabble or cribbage, make some music together or (once) do some stretching and a light workout. For that matter, before the kids came along, we even used to go out. Those luxuries are on hold these busy days, but you know what? I really don't mind. I love watching a movie (falling asleep) next to Joe on the couch. I know our days of out-on-the-town will be back before long, but right now I can't even imagine staying out late. I think I'd rather have a babysitter come at 5:30 in the morning so Joe and I could get an extra hour of sleep. Speaking of which, I'd better go wake him up for date night!