With only 10 days to go, the promised romance of Valentine’s Day sparkles on the calendar. Let’s be honest, realistically I’m talking a card and nice meal at home which may or may not be interrupted by a tiny voice on the baby monitor looking for just one more story. Such is the glamorous life of being a parent, but do you remember date nights pre children? I do. They were a common occurrence and didn’t take military precision to organise – oh how times have changed!
It seems a disproportionately long time ago but I can remember when outfits were chosen because something was my favourite as opposed to going with whatever is clean(ish); a time when I’d happily spend a Saturday evening having a lovely bubble bath, giving my hair a good blow dry and taking half an hour to put on a full face of make-up before heading out for dinner, drinks and possibly, shock horror!, some dancing. Frankly, I’m not sure Mr J would even recognise me with decent make-up on – we’ve reached a stage where he’s pretty lucky if he comes home from work and I don’t look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.
I seriously can’t remember the last time I went on a date with my husband. When there’s a house to run, work to go to, finances to organise and playdates to arrange, life gets in the way and we seem to go on the back burner. So on reflection, I’ve come up with 8 Signs You Need a Date Night. If any of this sounds familiar, read on … it might be time to call in the babysitters …
1. The last film you saw together at the cinema was Aladdin, and this was at the kids’ Saturday morning showing. In fact, after much discussion, neither if you remember seeing anything more recent than the first X-men film. Oh dear.
2. The last time you went to the theatre was to see the Singing Kettle.
3. The most exciting evening you’ve had recently was sharing a family bag of Thai Sweet Chilli crisps while watching CSI. (Is it just me or has Ted Danson become fanciable? Riiiiight … just me then.)
4. Your feet hurt at the thought of high heels.
5. You can’t remember the last restaurant you went to where the waitress didn’t bring crayons, stickers and a party hat to your table.
6. The only bag you use is large and practical enough to hold nappies, wipes, a full change of clothes, snacks and a random toy for distraction. I’m confident that my pretty bags from another life are covered in a layer of dust at the back of my cupboard (ditto for my beautiful, if impractical, shoes).
7. ‘Making an Effort’ equates to changing into your pj’s after 7.30pm.
8. The last party you went to involved the Hokey Cokey and while someone did end up being sick, it was from an overdose of ice cream and jelly as opposed to too many cocktails. Indeed the wildest thing that happened was that they served regular orange squash as opposed to sugar free.
It’s a grim state of affairs. Note to self … must, must, must get out more.