The weekend we came home (so two weeks ago), my mom and Kenny decided that Kenny and I would have a date night on September 16. Kenny had read before Lucas arrived that it was his responsibility to get our lives somewhat back to normal two weeks after the baby arrived. And truthfully, I was all over date night when they mentioned it – I think they had actually taken Lucas out of the house and on a walk (and took my cell phone away from me) so I could sleep. There wasn’t much sleep that weekend.
The sleep is getting better, and September 16 is now here. And date night is about to commence.
I would have been happy with a few hours of sleep, but instead we’re going to dinner at a restaurant we’ve never been to and to see a movie. We’ll probably be gone for about 5 hours, and if you look at the stuff I’ve packed up for the baby, you’d think we were leaving for a week (the pack and play alone looks bigger than a tent all packed up.)
I’ll be honest. I’m a little nervous. At the same time, I know he’ll be fine. I just hope Lucas is on his best behavior and doesn’t cry the entire time, since we’ve had some crying issues this week. I think he’ll have enough milk to get him through the evening, but he’s also never had to take a bottle, so I don’t know how he’ll adjust to that. (I’m assuming he’ll be fine once he realizes that there’s good stuff in that bottle.) But besides the occasional walk with dad, Lucas hasn’t been more than a couple of feet away from me….ever. It’s a strange feeling.
So. Date night. Wish us luck!