Let me start by saying, last night Aron and I went on a much needed date.
It has been a while since we have gone somewhere alone, just the two of us, together, to talk, and sit, and look at one another. I am just gonna put this out there, once you have the kids, your dating life starts to look kinda sad. We do not go out for meals with just us and the kids, because our children are at that nutty stage where one moment they are incredible happy smiley precious babies and then in the next moment they lose complete control begin yelling words like "no" and crying (this would be the moment where Aron's face would turn 50 shades of red and I would begin smiling like nothing is going wrong and then I would have a hot flash). Sometimes our children are like a box of chocolates... ya never know what you are gonna get! Ha!
So anyways, back to the date. It was so nice.
My SIL asked if she could watch the kids for us for a few hours and we jumped at the offer. The kids were dropped off at her house by 5:30 and we were out her door by 5:40. Once the car doors shut, we just looked at each other and Aron pressed the pedal to the metal! For the first few minutes we did not even talk. Yes, just silence. We made it to the bypass and our conversation was all about the kids (we must have already been missing them)! Fear not, we went on with our date and ate dinner at Abuelos. We feasted on chips and salsa and then stuffed ourselves with tacos and enchiladas! It was heartburn city and we couldn't have been happier (I guess if we did not get the heartburn but whatev) it was a happy time. After dinner, we planned on going to see a movie, but the movie was not going to start for another 35 minutes. Instead, we went to Wal-Mart! So sad, a date night, and we went and did our grocery shopping! Ha. It was totally okay though, we were desperate for food at our house. The fridge was starting to smell like the old produce in the bottom drawer and the cabinets were holding a whole lotta somethings that could make a whole lotta nothing! Our next few meals were looking like popcorn, a few granola bars (oat n honey, the leftovers in the box), a 3 month old box of cereal which is pretty much empty (we are hoarders) and a couple a random canned goods.
So, yes. Dinner and then grocery shopping... I know you are all jealous.
After our shopping spree (seriously, we had two carts when we left). We were walking out of Wal-Mart (Aron leading the way and I am right on his heels pushing my cart) and we are approaching the front row space that is holding a beat up jalopy with its doors wide open.
(I am already thinking that it is a good thing I am walking with my husband cause that car totally looks like a getaway ride I had seen on a recent episode of Americas Most Wanted, and I was totally creeped out with Lurkey McLurkerson in the front passengers seat and the 3 bummy looking galoots, who I am afraid were allergic to anything bathwater and soap related, squished up in the back seat).
I tried to not even glance their way, telling myself to just keep looking forward, and then it happened..... one of the galoots in the back made some sorta cat call (which really sounded more like a cat that was in a fight and losing) and then his buddy with "summer teeth" (ya know, summer teeth, sum mer here and sum mer not so there) belted out a good ole, "hey baby" (which PTL (praise the Lord) I am married, because if not I am so very sure that the phrase "hey baby" woulda just made me wanna jump on his happy train and be a passenger to where ever he was going... NOT REALLY!) Let me just say, I was a little shocked, and then I murmured at Larry, Moe, Curly, and Creepy McCreeperson the first thing that popped into my head, "ya buncha butt heads." Really, butt heads??
Anyways, Aron (my amazingly protective husband with nice man arms just keeps on trucking to the car). We get to the car, and I look at him and say, "ummm thanks for defending my honor." Aron, my sweet precious soft spoken husband says, "whaaaat? they were talking to the girl behind you!" I was shocked! I started looking all around the parking lot for this goddess that had captured the attention of the galoots, and I saw no goddess, in fact I saw no one! I just looked at Aron and let him know that they were soooo talking to me, because I still got it. He just smiled and said, "okay".
I know what your thinking... geez Caryn, it sounds like a lame date. Umm, not so much. We got home (and I will keep this "PG", since this is a family blog and my grandparents read it), but we got home and went at it! Yes, we "went at" a few things that have been neglected with 2 children running around! We cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes then folded and put away all of the clothes (7 loads that had been in our bedroom floor). I know... we are just a couple a crazy kids!!
At 930, we were missing our babies, and we got off the couch to go and pick them up. I think they were a little sad when we got there, they had way to much fun with their aunt and cousins.
Date night = success
