First date
Today, Bret and I went on our first date in at least six months.
I nursed Natalie off to dreamland, shooed Bret off the Wii, and we dashed out the door to run a quick errand to the ever so romantic Kinko’s before wandering the aisles of our favorite haunt: Borders. Oh yeah, we left Natalie in the loving hands of her grandparents, who were more than eager to take advantage of some solo quality time with Lil’ Chompy (especially since they haven’t seen her in nearly six months).
After enjoying about 45 minutes blissful, babyless freedom in the book/music/DVD store/cafe, I started to feel strange. It wasn’t just that I missed my daughter, I missed my snack and nap time.
Not wanting to give in and thus admit my weakened parental state, I stood in front of the Borders Cafe menu for several minutes trying to tempt myself. Nothing appealed to me—not the Butterfinger chocolate brownie, not the Asiago pretzel, not the cherry blended mocha.
Tired and wanting a little more out of our date, I found Bret amid the CDs and urged him to make his selections and pay so we could sit at the cafe tables outside and make out.
We sat outside for about five minutes chatting before we both knew it was time to go home. We missed Natalie.
And I still need my nap.
Getting away (and staying away for a little while) gets easier. Trust me.
Yes, I remember this feeling! I had it more with Sera than Amelie…I think Sera was 5 months when we walked down the street from our house in Cayucos to eat a romantic dinner. We were so used to eating quickly and managing the baby at dinner time, that we scarfed our romantic meal down in about 10 minutes, and walked right back. Only about a week or two after Amelie was born, we went to Cost Plus, and only came back when the grandmas called us and we could hear her screaming in the background! Ha ha.