Earlier this summer, I sent my little ladies off for a weekend with their grandparents before I headed off to work. The Coach and I hadn’t been on a date since April. Date nights are an essential part of our family’s survival kit. Which means that…
it’s purely coincidental that we’ve all been so pleasant (civil, perhaps?) to each other in the last four months.
We don’t have a lot of family or friends nearby (my parents are about 2 hours away), and with two kids in daycare, our babysitter funds are zilch. So every now and again, I ship them off to my mom and dad for a few days – which involves logistics and planning and lists and kisses and hugs and threats (DO NOT BITE ANYONE) – and we cram four or five months worth of date nights into one weekend.
This summer, we managed a Zac Brown Band concert, a day at the beach, dinner, and brunch in one weekend… we are insane. But it’s amazing how quickly we can reconnect and talk (without being interrupted by someone’s potty needs) and clean the house (seriously) in a weekend like this.
For a minute or two, when the girls were younger, we didn’t like to leave them overnight. But now we’re ready. With two pre-schoolers and two full-time jobs, mom and dad need a time-out. The girls are having a blast with their grandparents (obviously – McDonalds, ice cream, sprinkler, picnics, etc.) and we’re digging out our margarita ingredients and shouting, “Hasta la vista, babies.”
(ps. not really, i texted my mom for updates. they were gone for 4 hours and i missed them already.)
Image Credit: Karen’s Whimsy