Steppin' Out With My Baby

I hate late. I'm always 5min early when I'm in charge. Often these days my ability to be punctual is subject to whims of a 1.5yr old. I digress, late is exactly how date night began. I was ready at 4pm and still recovering from my MRI the day before. I sat on the couch dressed and ready, waiting. I supervised Isaac's dinner. At 5:30pm Isaac was on his way to TaeKwonDo. At the same time Riley was waiting outside to be picked up from daycare and Mike was, of course, running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Once Riley was delivered to Grandpa and Ya-ya we were off. The plan had been a nice sit down dinner and some alone time before the play, but we were down to 30ish minutes. We swung through a drive-thu and sought out a good parking space. Sitting in front of the theater shoveling food wasn't how I'd imagined my evening. I was super excited for the kids' fun night ahead and equally thrilled to see the play.

We were warned it was 3hrs long with 3 intermissions so we hit the bathrooms first and I brought my pillow. I read Whose Afraid Of Virginia Woolf in college and later saw the movie, but this was my first time seeing it live.

It was wonderful. It made me miss acting so much. I read the bios in the program and felt so deflated. I am in no shape to make it through a three hour performance. I always loved small cast shows. I think that's why I loved playing Estelle in No Exit so much. Maybe it's shows with small casts and alot of intensity like Virginia Woolf.

After the show we had planned to go out to dessert to make up for not going out to dinner. By the time the show was over it was 11:30 and I was tired. Also Riley played with her best friend all day and Isaac went from school to TKD before they both went to grandpa's. I missed them.

Soon enough we had scooped up the sleeping/sleepy kiddos and headed off to bed. Not a romantic fantasy, no real quality time to talk, but one heck of a show. I remember the first time we went on a picnic as a family we forgot plates (among other things). I laughed and said we'll get it right next time. The next time we had plates, but no bug spray. It continued on that way for a few picnics, but now-a-days we have a system down. Date night's like that.

We were horribly out of practice and it had it's hiccups. Mike turned to me on the way home and said "we'll get it better next time." I think so. I hope so. He also pointed out that with one date night every month or two we'll never get in the swing of things. Good point. With the best of intentions I can say I hope "more practice" comes to pass.