A date night for parents of young children is not a right, it is a privilege. A few weeks ago someone asked me if Evan and I go out for a date night every weekend since we live close to family. I had answered that we do not, and felt that I had to explain why not. True, we have able and willing babysitters and are surrounded by many exciting places to be, culinary and otherwise. But, we don’t go out often because the kids are only going to be this young for so long and we relish our time with them. We also enjoy taking them out with us, introducing them to the city living, and lastly, going out can be pricey. That being said, once in a while, a date night is a necessity.
I had taken a 4:40 AM (that is not a typo) train to DC last Monday to attend a conference on data fusion. As excited as I was to start up business travel, I was (rightfully) dreading the train ride up. It was, just as I expected, as dreadful and draining as I imagined and… and then some. Not being able to stay away from the girls for too long, I came back Tuesday and made a day-trip to DC on Wednesday. All that travel, plus maintaining a household had left me drained and longing to have a few hours of adult conversation, to be served on, and to linger over a glass of wine.
But before there was date night, there was plenty of quality family time. In case you don’t know by the look on her face, she means to do something mischievous!
Sophia tried out roller skating courtesy of Alex’s old skates and Eliza, as usual, was keen to observe how they worked.
We delighted in the summer’s warm weather and the city’s green spaces having discovered a new (to us) community garden. So inspired by the beautiful summer’s bounty there, we are thinking of getting a space and doing a bit of gardening ourselves.
And then there is this crew. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I longed for the day that Sophia and Eliza would walk hand-in-hand and we could go for a walk on a whim and without having to bring a stroller, too.