As a married couple, it can be difficult to find time to do the things you once did while in the dating stages. Courting, sappy text messages, flirting as if you’re still two people who are learning the little things about one another that bring a smile to our face. This situation becomes much more difficult once kids are added to the mix, believe me when I say that.
This tale begins with a visit back home in Florida. My wife and I happened to sneak home for our middle child’s 1st birthday. While back home, we were finally able to go out on an actual “mommy and daddy date” without the kids in tow. Now mind you, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Like grabbing the last cold case of beer off the shelf, or pooping without tiny fingers wiggling away under the door…Unbelievable.
“I have no one to impress…”
When we are in a relationship for some time, we become comfortable with our partner seeing us at our worst. The moment we become comfortable with one another’s morning breath and our spouse pooping in the same room we’re brushing our teeth in…there is no where else to go from there. That, my friend, is what we like to refer to as “the green light”. We neglect getting dolled up for one another because we understand that, “I have no one to impress” anymore.
So we began getting dolled up, something we’ve not done in probably a year or so. I sat there in awe watching my wife get ready and do her makeup. Clearly because it took me like 7 minutes to get ready, and her, about an hours and a half, but I was not complaining. Realizing again at that moment that she is, and will always be, the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is more attractive than my wife sitting on the couch in sweatpants, a shirt stained in breastmilk and baby spit-up, while eating peanut butter and Nutella out of their respectful containers with a spoon…but seeing her with jewelry on, her makeup done, legs shaved, and a nice dress was enough to cause mild heart palpitations.
We kissed our baby boy goodbye, hugged the family and took off on our mommy and daddy adventure. I chose to surprise my wife by taking her to one of her favorite restaurants, one that I had never been to; Cuvee 30A. On the way to the restaurant we were planning our night; first we’ll eat, then we can get ice cream and just walk and talk and enjoy the fact that we are alone and out of the house…haha. We arrived at the restaurant and got seated immediately, because poor dad called ahead and made a R E S E R V A T I O N. Grown man moves ya’ll. The look on her face reassured me that she was impressed with my valiant effort.
My wife and I have dined at plenty of restaurants where we look at the menu and say, “so yeah… we’re probably not going to come back here for a long while, or a date night”, and this was most certainly one of those places.
I chose to order a few drinks to ease the sting of this bill we were expecting…it didn’t help that the drinks I ordered were $9.50 a piece. I began doing the numbers in my head, as any man would. For $9.50 I could buy a 6-pack of beer. This thought quickly left my mind as I reminded myself that this was a night I got to spend with my love, away from the kids and alone. After snapping to my senses, I looked up from the menu and over at my wife, who was staring at me, presumably with the same thoughts in her mind I had. Not the beer thoughts, but the fact that the menu was a bit pricy. Before she could say anything I responded, “Well, thank God we don’t get to go out often or we’d be poor as hell”. We enjoyed our dinner and the time we could spend together. We talked, not about the kids, but about the future. We laughed and truly got to enjoy one others company away from the comforts of our couch and Netflix.
By the end of the meal, I was looking down at a $189 bill that forced me to pucker my butt cheeks with such force that I caught a cramp in my hamstring. We payed, thanked the waiter and the hostess and were on our way out of the restaurant hand in hand. We got into the car and as I was backing out, I reluctantly asked my wife if she still wanted that ice cream we planned on getting before this $189 bill beat my ass and our bank account into submission. By the grace of God she replied, “No, I’m full and ready to get back to our baby”.
No words had ever sounded so perfect in that given moment in time.
-Poor Dads Diary.