Night Out

A lot of our friends with kids have been telling us how important it is to make time sans little ones...a date night of sorts. Considering that my life is filled with ABC'S and Twinkle, Twinkles, I thought that it was high time that Big D and I got on the bandwagon. We did it, we partied like rock stars. Okay, maybe we just went out for sushi but when you haven't been out in eons, it feels like walking the red carpet. It was absolutely luxurious! We got a babysitter and we may turn this into a weekly affair.
Walking into the sushi bar without the little guys in tow felt sinfully sweet. I held Big D's hand but I felt strange, not bad strange, but strange nonetheless. As I licked my lips to put the perfectly wrapped seaweed into my mouth, I heard something eerily familiar. My spicy salmon roll tumbled from my lips. Yes, it was definitely what I thought it was....a cry, coming from a one year old at the table next to us. Now, here I am constantly preaching tolerance and wishing that everyone loved kids as much as me... I love all children BUT, and here's the caveat: when you are out on a date with your significant other, and you spend every waking moment with your precious littles, are you allowed to shudder JUST A LITTLE when you hear a fussy baby? I hope so, cuz I certainly did. I couldn't help myself.