Matt and I definitely do not go on dates often enough. With four kids and busy lives, we don’t make it a priority to go out together alone.
I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing—we certainly spend plenty of time together, alone. It’s just usually on the couch after the kids are in bed.
I’ve vowed before to do a better job at going on dates with Matt, but it doesn’t work out. Two years ago for Christmas, I got Matt 4 “dates” as his gift: gift cards to four different places so the dates were already prepaid and we just had to pick a day and get a sitter. We used one of them for a date, one of them we ended up taking the kids with us, and the other two gift cards are still in the kitchen cabinet two years later. We kind of stink at this.
One of my smaller New Year’s Resolutions this year was to go on a monthly date with Matt. But I think I define date differently than most people: I’m very happy to go to Lowe’s for two hours without the kids, then come home and do house projects. I’d count that as a very successful date. (I don’t think Matt necessarily agrees.)
What I don’t want to do is go out to the movies, where we sit in the dark for two hours and never actually talk to each other. I’d rather go to Starbucks and sit with a coffee and chat.
This weekend Matt and I finally got a baby-sitter and we’re going on a date, out of the house, together alone. I’m not sure where we’re going yet, but we’re going somewhere.
Baby steps, people.