Family, Friends, Doctors: My wife and I do not need a night out.
We appreciate your concern, really we do, but we’re good. Yep, the three of us, and our diaper changing, naptime routines, and bibs and bottles and nuks and rocking and …. all of it, it’s fine. Just fine.
We don’t need any time to ourselves. We rather enjoy riding around listening to toddler tunes, finishing each other’s sentences when talking to our child, talking poop. The other night we caught ourselves dancing in the kitchen, our son looking up to us, stopped mid-bounce in his jumper, we’d never seen him blush before.
Dinner and a movie? Puh-lease! Let me get this straight, you sit down for nearly two hours and just watch a movie? Just sitting there, you have two hours and don’t use if for sleeping? Now that is just ridiculous.
Besides, we just had a night out, for our anniversary, July 30th. It was 90 minutes of pure bliss. Was it nice sitting down and chewing food, with utensils, perhaps some conversation in between bites? Sure, but the other night I ate a sandwich in two and a half minutes and even had time to take a sip of water.
We’re doing okay, the three of us, totally healthy here, thank you. Yes, that is baby food on my jeans, so what? At least I’m wearing jeans, I’m usually in pajamas well before sun down, and in bed before 10 in an effort to race the clock when our son wakes up and needs a tushy pat. What’s that? Yeah, I said it, tushy pat. You know it’s funny, I was at work last Friday I found myself excited about watching Dateline that night. What in the world would I do with a night out? We’re fine, really.
We have plenty of entertainment at the house, like when our son get’s jealous of the breast pump, his brow lowers and his lip pouting, I think he even made a fist!
So there, thank you for your concern but as you can see everything is just peachy mango bananas here.