Saturday night came and I escaped to the bathtub.  Chris and I have been in need of a break lately.  We have done what we can to give each other alone time, but when you come back from your hour of me time to have a child thrust at you by your wild eyed, frazzled spouse, you need more than just an hour off.  I was sitting in the tub thinking about how I needed a break and then thinking Chris needs a break too, when it suddenly hit me that we hadn’t been on a date for about five months!  Oh we tried.  But every time we would have something lined up I would go into labor, or get put on bedrest, or a kid would get sick, or something would happen that made it impossible to be alone together.  As I was shaving my legs, I suddenly realized that the stars were finally aligned.

I jumped out of the tub, asked Chris out, called a friend who took my kids and we were on a date.  We spent the first half an hour driving around trying to remember what we do on dates.  We figured the old dinner and a movie routine would work, so we went to the theater, bought our tickets, and ran across the street to the nearest diner.

The waitress gave us our menus and I proved to everyone in the diner that you don’t need to bring your two year old along to spill a glass of water all over.  You just can’t take me anywhere.

The rest of the evening was wonderful.  We held hands.  We snuggled during the movie.  I’m glad I married Chris.  We need to make this date thing happen more often.