There have been other dates, sure. But not date dates, not real outings where we make a dinner reservation at a place that does not have paper menus and we split a bottle of wine and talk above the glow of a real, non-electric candle. Instead, we have supplemented with a few hours out to a matinee while my mom played Sudoku quietly in the living room on her iPad and the kids napped. We narrowed it down to Oscar-nominated only. Anything less is a precious waste of time.

 

It’s not like we planned it this way–this absence of alone time. It was a result of the perfect storm of early parenting. But now five years later, we are FINALLY taking back date night and I’m talking all about it on Scary Mommy...