#1. Acquire a babysitter.
#2. Run for the hills as soon as she comes over.
Hubbie and I had a date last night for the first time in a long, long time. We have always felt bad asking non-family members to babysit, since two boys are a lot to handle. It didn’t take long to figure out that we can’t afford to be shy; seeing your home as haven is all good and well, but a marriage needs to step out for some fresh air from time to time.
There was nothing fancy about our date night. It was perfect. We went to the MCA (free), nodded at Alfredo Jaar’s commentary on the exploitation of developing countries by industrialized nations, didn’t quite get Mike Kelley’s toy collection, ate sopping mouthfuls of perfectly spiced Italian beef, and chased that with a couple cups of classic Chicago.
We were only gone for a couple hours before we couldn’t wait to get back to the boys…funny how it all works like that. Our plan is to follow the steps above and lather, rinse, repeat as necessary. Really, it does wonders for the marriage soul.