My husband has planned a date night and to say I am excited would be like saying I am mildly glad my children are past the "Mommy, I need you to wipe my butt" phase.
- First dinner. Where? Who knows and who cares. I believe he's chosen an actual restaurant. Not the type of place we attend with the children. (I think it might be here though. Which if it is? Yeessss!)
- He has also secured care of the children.
- He has won. Yes, won as in not paid for *whoot!* tickets to see Mike Doughty at the German House.
- All I must do is show up.
The only downside?
I am old. And I forgot my earplugs at home.