When you were a kid there was pizza night. As a teenager, there was staying over at your BFF’s night. In college it was more like girl’s night out or wow-that-guy’s-super-hot night. The men had (ok, let’s be honest here, have) game night. And fight night. And then game night. Again. But most times, once you're married all your nights can have a way of running together into one continuous “need-to-get-some-sleep-because-I got-to-get-up early-for-work” night. When it’s not that, it’s laundry night, grocery night, or in-laws are coming over this weekend and I need to clean night. So whatever happened to date night?
Nothing. It’s still there…it’s just hidden under a pile of clothes. All you and hubby need to do is pick it up, dust it off (leave the clothes, trust me, they’ll be there when you get back) and take it out on the town.
My hub’s and I make an effort to have date night at least once a week…sometimes it’s a fancy Friday night date at the hottest restaurant. Other times it’s a Saturday miniature golf duel to the death. When we're feeling especially blessed by the time gods, we'll make a whole weekend out of it. However, more often than we like, life gets super hectic (as the little bugger tends to do) and it’s a Wednesday night homemade meal followed by a movie and popcorn. (But it's never Tuesday night, because that's his playing-basketball-with-the-boys-night...and my night to watch all my tivoed guilty pleasure girl shows that I will DENY, DENY, DENY I have ever seen, should anyone ask!)
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Date night is SO important! To have that little bit of time with just your hubby keeps the fire burning!
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