We’ve been using babysitters a lot more lately, which introduces teenage girl craziness into our all-boy lives. We have neighbors who have 3 girls (16, 13, and 10) who are wonderful with the boys, so we try to get one of the older girls once a month or more. Of the 4 times we’ve booked, they’ve cancelled twice and got confused on another time. Teenagers! So when the 13 year old and I were trying to figure out just when she could come, I was working another babysitting angle to ensure that Hottie and I could get out sans kids this weekend.
At right about the same moment, both sitters said they could come. One on Thursday, one on Friday. I booked them both!
Hottie and I went on a much-needed date last night and before the sitter arrived, Hottie kept asking, “is she here yet?” We both needed the break (and the boys were having a GREAT day… We just wanted to be alone together!).
We talked to each other, we listened, we laughed, and I cried. I cried over our embryos (I sometimes wonder late at night if they feel cold in the freezer) and our departed Lily Cat. We talked about the boys and how similar, and different, they are. We talked about where to vacation this winter, and we talked about where to go on our date the next night.
I’m not sure where we’re headed tonight, but I told Hottie there would be no tears. No embryo or Lily talk.
Just happy thoughts tonight!