Tomorrow night, for the first time ever, Josh and I are leaving our kids for a couple of hours with a babysitter.
We are terrified. And elated.
I the past 3 years, we have less than a handful of nights out. It takes a toll. Sometimes two adults just want to be adults, not parents, for a couple of hours. Frankly, I hardly remember what that feels like at this point. We don’t have family or friends in the area who we can drop the kids with, or who can come over for an hour or two so we can grab dinner or see a movie. Every outing is a family affair. But not tomorrow.
We are starting small, after the kids are in bed the caregiver is coming over. We’ll head out to a local place that has interesting craft beers on tap. We’ll find something to talk about, probably the kids or our marriage or current events. We’ll spend a little time looking at our iPhones guilt free because we won’t be ignoring little people who just want to play with us. We’ll have a beer or two and then walk home.
Three years is a long time to go without having an adult social life.