Although I did bathe yesterday (yeah, me!) I stayed in my pajamas all day and worked while Roger and Delaney went to lunch and shopping. It's amazing what you can accomplish while wearing pjs in a quiet house.
We have a multitude of wonderful babysitters from which to choose and that means Roger and I go out on dates at least once, and sometimes twice, per month. None of our sitters ever let us pay them. Some of them even fight over the opportunity to babysit Delaney. We're very lucky and if this wasn't Sunday Morning Confessions I wouldn't be telling you this for fear that you'd simply hate me. But because I'm confessing, I expect you to to give me penance and then we'll move on.
Although we're lucky enough to go on dates pretty often and you'd think that we'd have a cool dating routine down pat, we rarely decide where we're going or what we're doing until after we've pulled away from the house. Sometimes this is fun. Sometimes this is spontaneous. And sometimes this means that a haughty 15-year-old hostess delights in icily delivering the news that the wait at her popular establishment is 90 minutes.
I wanted to slap the smugness off her face. But instead, I held my cool and we went to another restaurant where the martini I received in less than five minutes melted away all ill-will I harbored for the crabby little twit.
I've recently discovered that I have a two martini limit. It wasn't always a pleasant experience coming to that conclusion.
hot old people dates end with a trip to the grocery store.