Date night wasn't half bad

We've had a gift certificate for a steakhouse in town that has been burning a hole in our pocket for months. We should've gone out and used it while I was still pregnant since it would've been easier logistically to go out when 2 of our kids were still "contained" so to speak, but we didn't. We've been dying to get out of the house and enjoy a quiet meal together, you know the kind without potty talk, or spilled beverages followed by the usual floor mopping session that wraps up the meals at home. Lately I've been finding myself glazed over, staring into space, daydreaming about going out for a delicious dinner - a quiet table overlooking a fabulous view, the only sounds are of tinkling stemware and the distant chatter of other diners, adult diners, who are no doubt sipping fine wine, eating clams on the half shell, and talking politics. Not the kind of restaurant with a drive-thru, or with waitresses singing "happy birthday" in every bizarre form imagineable. No siree, a real restaurant is what I've been dreaming of. But every time my mind would wander to this magical place, I would be thrust back into reality by the sensation of spit-up running down my shirt, or the shrieks emitted by Dawson and Ella as they break out into all out war over some ridiculous toy. So we were finally able to sneak out for a mere 2 hours 15 minutes, including drive time, for a well deserved date night. There was only one small problem....... Okay, 2 small problems....

But hey, at least we only had 2 of the 4 joining us on our romantic evening, and that isn't half bad.