Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Date Night

Cue romantic music.  Sun setting in the background. Snowflakes falling softly on my cheeks.

 Isn't that the way date nights used to feel? Sometimes, I would spend a few hours getting ready, curling hair, skilfully applying make-up, picking the perfect outfit, changing, picking another outfit and repeat until it was just right.  Don't get me wrong, it's not that I go out in my everyday long sleeve shirt, squash jeans, wearing eau de spit up.  I still put effort into what I'm going to wear, make-up ect.  I'm just able to do it in a fraction of the time. Date nights aren't what they used to be, that's for sure, but they are much more now.  When the drought of date night has passed for oh, about a month or two, let's just say this mama is thirsty for the taste of freedom with her man....somethin' fierce.


But these are the true protagonists,  heros of the hour.  Cue war music.  Anticipating the worst, but hoping for the best, Grandma and Aunt Heather trek out into the wildness that has become the Chapman household.  Armed with boxes of raisins, packages of mum mums, lots of grace  and a nap under their belt, they come prepared for battle.  These women of valor have years of training.







We slip out of the house.  It seems so strange to leave with hardly anything in hand.  We headed over to the theatre for an early show, We Bought A Zoo.  Excellent movie, thoroughly enjoyed it, and not only because we got to watch the whole thing completely uninterrupted.


Next stop, dinner.  I had a hankering for a good burger, and there is one place in town that is sure to deliver.





 There some seriously delicious burgers there that do not disappoint.



Take a look at this baby.  I had to pull my hair back before I sunk my teeth into this beauty.




 We didn't want the night to end.  Time is savored, stretched, seized.
Alas, our evening came to an end and reality beckoned us home. Back to the three babes, dust bunnies and laundry baskets.





































Back at the homestead, the women of valour fought valiantly.  In fact, so well that we came home to find all three kids in bed, soundly sleeping.  Thank you both for an incredible evening away from the demands of everyday life.  Refreshed and renewed, we enter back into the battlefield.

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