My wife and I have been in a date desert (no not “dessert”, because that would be awesome. “Desert” as in barren wasteland). It sucks. And we’re forcing ourselves to move out of it. Excuses: Two kids. Two jobs each. No money. Tired. Dirty House. Sick kids. Busy.
I never thought we’d be that married couple that didn’t go on dates regularly together but without paying attention we’ve become what we didn’t want to be. So we’re fixing it.
Don’t call me on Thursday mornings ok? I’ll be busy. I’ll be drinking coffee with my wife (or insert your own cheap relaxing date activity here). It’s not much, but it’s a start. You know what we did last Thursday? We went to Goodwill. It was awesome.
On a much more exciting note we’re using a chunk of our tax return to go on a longer date together. We’re getting rid of the kids for 2.5 days so that we can spend time together. Alone. We’ve been spending lots of small stolen moments between poop and throwup messes to talk about what we want to do on our 2.5 day date. And so far we’ve decided to get fat. Yup, that’s right, we’re going to Powells and we’re getting fat because so far all we want to do is go to different places and get desserts and appetizers and dinner and snacks and pastries, and pizza, and crepes, and…books (you can never leave books out of the equasion).
I can’t wait to spend a longer amount of time with my wife (and PF Changs, and Laughing Planet, and Corbett Fishhouse, and Mississippi Pizza, and that one gluten free pastry place, and Mon Ami, and the Melting Pot, and…I really love my wife!
* a couple of quick side notes. Every single time I type “pf changs” I accidentally first type “pf changes” which nearly every time I keep because it’s so funny. I liked the title of this post because it made me think of an episode of Sienfeld. I also enjoyed all the short abreviated sentences in this post. All around, this general, not too special post brought me great joy.
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Jonathan and I are in a dating rut, too. I think we’ve gone on 2 out-of-the-house dates since Abigail was born 11 months ago. Bad news. Good luck to you and Jess!
Sweet lord, Ryan. Why did you take the time to link to “that” photo? I almost threw up in my coffee mug.
lucky. i want my man to take me on more dates.
we went on one a few weeks ago and had breakfast together and sat and read books and talked about the future. it was nice.
i haven’t seen him since.