Shane always had the freedom to do anything and the same for me. Recently, it just came to slap me in the face. Since the birth of Hunter, I made a point to establish the romance in our relationship, hence date night. As having a nanny has its benefits, alas it comes with a cost of a pretty shiny penny. We have many friends and family that have step forth to baby sit, but it is a delicate situation when it comes to last minute situations. The family and friends group dwindle.
Early Friday evening as I lightly dust blush on my cheeks Shane mutters, “Oh Anthony says he won’t watch Hunter unless I go out with him after the movie.”
“Well I guess we’re not going out then.” Shane’s friend was newly dumped by his hot girlfriend of three years. I thought it be a good idea that Shane play wing man after our date night like laying in the path of a python.
Ideally, to enhance our marriage, I thought it important to introduce date night into our lives. Date night includes no Hunter. A child plays an integral part to this anomaly called balance.
I shlepped into my pajamas and plopped on the couch.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re staying home.” I browsed through five Netflix videos that collected dust for months. Staying home sounded welcoming, since the weather was dreary.
“Don’t be silly go get ready, he’ll be here soon.”
“No serious, we can stay home. Call the dogs off. Besides, I don’t want you going out with him after the movie. This is our night. I don’t mind.”
He huffed, “We’re going to the movies. Now go change.”
I hiked up the stairs and made a wardrobe change. I must admit I was slightly singed with the deal my babysitter had proposed. Doesn’t he have other friends? Rude.
“You know your husband’s coming out with me when you guys come back right?” The bull headed dumpster was absolute.
“I don’t think so?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Well, not unless you want us to get a divorce than sure he’s going out.”
“I had other things up my sleeve after our date.” How could one end a date without the assuming the biblical?
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