Date Night Log
Date Night 02: 1/12/14 (Relaxation/Spa Date)
No, you are not imagining it. Our date ended up occurring on Sunday rather than Saturday. I had planned it for Saturday evening, a spa date so that it was not time sensitive as Josh was on-call and therefore it could happen at any time.
A few problems occurred. Muffin woke us (me) up on Saturday at 4:30. AAAAAAAAAAAAYYY EMMMM. Then, neither I nor he had a nap on Saturday. Josh was a bit late, but only half an hour or so. We had tacos, always a family favorite. We guided Muffin to bed with Daisy. I had placed a note in Josh’s lunch that morning, something to the effect of “Rub a dub dub, it’s time for the tub.” Josh decided to take a shower before the spa date. All was working out perfectly.
Until…we both fell asleep before the date. Passed. Out. Cold.
So, I redoubled my efforts for Sunday. Muffin did sleep a bit later, and he did have a nap. I, for some reason, did not have a nap, but I was bound and determined (with gritted teeth, if necessary) that I WOULD NOT fall asleep before the date occurred. I made meatloaf (using Josh’s Oma’s recipe), orangey carrots (yes, orangey is a technical term), and Texas toast garlic bread. I had leftover greens with mine from a while back. Muffin at a whole slice of meatloaf and all of his carrots (and a “Minion” pudding). When I married Josh, his mom provided me with several recipe cards. On one was labeled “Josh’s Favorite Meatloaf (Oma’s recipe).” Josh truly loves the meatloaf. I will probably post that recipe later this week.
We managed to get Muffin to bed with Daisy (after a few false starts). Then the rub-a-dub-dub session. I would just like to say. When we built the house, one of my (now-former) coworkers told me to splurge and get the tub with the jets. The way I see it, I’m saving $150 dollars every time I use the jets because if I went to stay at a certain Holiday Inn Express by a graveyard down south (looooooooong story), the room with the jetted tub is $150 a night.
Now, let me just say that Josh is a shower person and not a bath person. I think I may have sold him on the tub during date night. He had a chance to enjoy the jets without Muffin knocking on the door wanting him to fix track or turn on a Wii game or…. You get the idea. We were able to have a nice long “adult” conversation that did not involve Thomas and Friends, Backyardigans, or Minion chocolate pudding.
I, in turn, learned something new. Changing perspective is fun. Usually I sit at one end of the tub. I moved my tush over to the faucet side of the tub where there are two jets, and that really feels a lot better on my back.
After the tub time, we enjoyed a leisurely rest in bed. All in all, after a week of returning to work (and a week of on-call work for Josh), this was just what both of us needed—if a bit delayed.
Both of us are off Saturday, so Saturday’s date should not be delayed. I am “playing” with a couple of ideas for Saturday night’s date.