*We’ve been trying a new way of writing around here that includes doing Friday Freewriting. After we write, I make tea and the kids enjoy a moment of British propriety while we read our freewrites to one another. I will usually freewrite my own ramblings to share. I’ll tell you more about this next week, but I thought I’d share my freewrite here (only slightly edited) since it made the kids giggle, and they are my favorite audience. It makes me twitchy to just hit publish all willy-nilly, but here goes…
Our kids love it when we go on date night. They love their babysitter, the intrepid Miss K, they love that they pretty much get free rein to play Wii or watch TV for the evening, and they love pizza for dinner. So I’m pretty sure I’m right when I claim that they don’t actually get together and decide to make it hard for us to leave the house. I mean, they count down the hours until Miss K arrives every week. They barely look up when we leave. They really WANT us to go out.
Yet it seems disaster is always on the horizon when date night arrives.
Yesterday, I was getting ready for date night and the children were doing their best to ensure I couldn’t. The big kids were playing upstairs. Only they kept reappearing downstairs to give me reports. “Ellen was wrestling with the boys!!”
I broke up that disagreement, which I think was only necessary because Ellen was WINNING.
Then Ian turned up with a bloody nose. Not related to the wrestling. Or at least, not that he remembers.
Meanwhile, Mira and Finn were playing in my room while I got dressed. I got distracted trying to decide which shoes to wear. A few minutes later, I walked into my bathroom and was greeted by a sploosh-sploosh sound. BOTH Mira and Finn were playing in the potty.
I admit, I screeched. I yanked them both up, yammering and stammering, and hauled them to the kitchen sink where I could better clean their hands.
After the wailing and gnashing of teeth ended, I returned to my bathroom to finish my ablutions. Andrew got off the phone and then couldn’t find his wallet.
Ten minutes later, we finally raced out the door, shouting our love and good-byes but eyes facing front, not looking back.
We grabbed a quick bite and then went to the ever-so-romantic Costco. We filled two carts with bulky items before remembering we had the smaller car. Nothing but grit and determination fit that last bag of frozen veggies in the backseat.
Of course, it doesn’t matter that we were doing the trivial and mundane. We were together. Therefore we laughed. And it was good.