Wednesday is the New Tuesday
And brown is the new black…but that’s for another day.
Did the holiday mess anyone else up? I knew yesterday was Tuesday…all day…but I stayed in a Monday mood and couldn’t shake it. That’s not all…I completely forgot about Two shall become One ~ Tuesday!
I was laying in bed this morning at 4~something or as my friend and Praise and Coffee hostess Mary Hess says “dark-thirty” when I realized that I completely forgot to post a guest post from Denise yesterday!
So I grabbed my iphone, sent Dee a message apologizing and rolled over only to fall asleep 5 minutes before I had to get up.
Today is Lauren’s first FULL day of school, Daddy took her. LOVETHATMAN!
Was that random and off the subject? Yes. Sorry, I am tired people.
Here is Denise’s post…
Well hello everyone! Happy to see you here at Praise and Coffee and hopefully I can keep in touch with you a lot more as summer comes to an end…as sad as that makes me.
Sue asked me to write about my birthday that Jason and I celebrated last month. I have hemmed and hawed so long on this post that my husband is wondering if I did have a good time after all.
Which I did.
My birthday fell on a Saturday and we had not one thing planned. Jason had worked a third shift and was sleeping but he had mentioned maybe we should go out for my birthday. Um, YES! My parents happily offered to take the boys and my husband went to sleep and I had no idea where to go, what to do…
So a friend researched places to go and found a wonderful sounding place on Lake Michigan. It seemed perfect…except that Jason was so tired he slept until around six that night.
I didn’t know if we would have a night out or not.
But here is the thing…I had an opportunity to get mad. And I was disappointed, but I chose to think about all the hard work he had done to support us that caused him to sleep. Whether we made it out or not didn’t make him a better or worse husband, my attitude would make it a good or bad night even if we just stayed home and cuddled on the couch and ate hotdogs and mac and cheese. But, when he did wake up, he hurriedly got around and we headed out…
On a date.
With my husband.
For my birthday.
For one whole night we were not Moma and Daddy, we weren’t the couple with four boys in tow, we weren’t rushing around our little hobby farm to fall exhausted into bed. No, we were just a couple having a fun night out, eating food we never eat; at a restaurant (that we never go to) that was also hosting a wedding that we happened to be sitting next to and jamming along to the fun DJ.
It was a beautiful night.
It was filled with us laughing, walking a pier at sunset, and completely accidentally bumping into old friends we hadn’t seen in a year.
Who am I kidding? WEEKS later we are talking about the fun we had!
There were two things I learned from this rare date night with my husband…
1. My personal pity party I could have chosen for myself would have ruined the day. If I’d chosen to claim, “it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” I would have ruined one of the funnest nights Jason and I have had in, well, we can’t recall.
2. There is nothing more fun and romantic and invigorating to your marriage then spending a whole night and day away from your kids not once referring to the other as Dad and Mom. You get to spend a day as a couple, not just spouses, and that, my friends, is a good time.
And I could have missed it all if my attitude had stunk. How sad would that be?