Date night this week - I was really crabby.
My man had a meeting, and my mom and sister were gone, so I put the four crazies to bed by myself. Horrible. Terrible. No-good-very-bad-bedtime. I pretty much had all four crying at the same time and professing their undying hatred for me. I'm talented like that.
So by the time I had Da Boyz all down (or at least in their rooms), I was in no mood for a date. Basically I just wanted a container of chocolate ice cream and a book.
(Except I'm having weight issues lately, too, which didn't help my mood at all. Anybody else gain a ton of weight with an IUD?! Even though you're denying yourself all kinds of goodness and exercise at ridiculous hours every. single. day?)
So when My Man was done with his meeting and ready for our Home Date extravaganza, I was pretty much
Until he told me to put on my pajamas, let me complain for a few minutes, made me laugh, and reminded me that date nights are the sure-fire cure for the blahs.
(I'd temporarily forgotten.)
So fifteen minutes later, I was ready to rock our date night. In pajamas and pearls.
It was Art Night -
We busted out our supplies and painted our versions of our favorite Monets.
There's something so relaxing about painting, don't you think?
We also got all complicated and sketched each other's eyes, too.
So it was a success - there ain't nothin' like paint and laughter to chase away a bad bedtime ....