Yesterday was date night.
YUP, date night on a Wednesday. Thank you Grandma for babysitting. The toddler, though, he wanted to take a nap in the kitchen at 4:30 P.M. He was not having the whole hat and shoes thing or leaving the house. It happens more than I'd like. It's almost always making me late EVERYWHERE I go. We persevered though. The Mr. and I we wrangled and wrestled that little man into the van because as soon as he was buckled he was good. We needed date night. We needed that uninterrupted conversation, the eye contact, the adult conversation, the husband and wife time. Our roles of parents often overthrow our roles as husband and wife. I mean we're keeping two little humans alive; that's a full time job. Here's the I am BAD at date night. I have one million and one things I need to get done on any day. Sometimes I use those things as an excuse why we can't or shouldn't do it. So the toddler on the floor, he was a good excuse of why I couldn't, why we shouldn't, why we should just stay home. He tugged those mama strings as he so often does. But my husband needs me. I need him. Our marriage needs us to do the work, to have the date nights, to push one another. So to all the other mamas out there struggling with this, do the date. The kids will be fine.
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Megan is a stay-at-home mom to a stubborn and charming toddler and adorable baby girl. She is a freelance writer who hasn't slept in way too long.. She survives off of the pot of coffee her wonderful husband makes her FRESH each morning and any snack she can grab while keeping up with her little ones. Archives
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