Friday nights have traditionally been family movie night and pizza delivery. However, the older my children get, the harder it is to get everyone together. They typically get better offers than hanging out with Mom or Dad, and unfortunately, very rarely does it happen on the same night.
Last week was the first week of school. By Friday we were all wiped out from early morning routines and late hour swim team and gymnastic practices. I thought for sure we were going to enjoy a nice, quiet Friday evening together as a family. But no such luck. The Hare was asked over for dinner at a friend’s house until 9pm.
The Tortoise was stuck with us, but since we were minus the pickiest eater in the house, we decided to have an early dinner at Chili’s. To maintain some of our movie night semblance, we rented a movie that was only age appropriate for viewers 13 and over. It was a quiet evening, but I didn’t get to enjoy both of my children together and as soon as The Hare got home, I was ready for bed myself.
About mid-day Saturday, both of my children were suddenly leaving for the rest of the night. This was an unexpected treat. I immediately started thinking about all the things DW and I could do on our gifted date night: dinner and a movie, go to the Jazz festival downtown, bowling. I was a little giddy with possibilities. The rest of the day was spent doing laundry, menial housework, blogging, checking kids backpacks, all the things families must do to get ready for the upcoming week full of school, work and activities. DW spent the majority of his day toting kids back and forth to practice, birthday parties, sleep overs and yard work.
At 6pm we were completely kid-free.
“So, did you decide what you wanted to do?” asked DW
I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror. My hair was in a knot on top of my head, no makeup, wearing work-out clothes that should be retired and no shower. The thought of taking a shower and putting on nice clothes actually made my head spin.
“How about some takeout and we just stay in tonight?”
“Sounds great, the University of Texas football game is on in an hour.”
We grabbed our favorite take-out menus and made a couple of calls. Thai for DW. Sushi for me. Luckily these two restaurants are in the same shopping mall. Thirty minutes later we were sitting around our large square coffee table, surrounded by an array of Asian cuisine, watching the University of Texas play BYU.
I fell asleep in a bean bag chair with a half-drunk glass of wine in my hand.