So that was pretty funny, planning a date night ahead of time. At least I had the beautiful anticipation of it for a few days…..
And then I got sick. And Sammy got sick.
Between the two of us, there is not much Kleenex left in the house. Noses are red, throats are sore, bodies are aching.
So yesterday I decided we could have date night IN the house. With the kids (thankfully no one is vomiting….yet).
All we needed was sparkling grape juice and BAM, it’s special.
This was my plan this morning. By this afternoon, as my right ear continues to throb and my head feels ready to explode, I am lowering my standards. It’s 10 degrees outside, I just don’t think we can survive that right now.
I am not leaving the house for sparkling grape juice. Yes, this was what I thought we needed to separate us from “normal night”, but now…. I think if I just use fancy glasses….yea, that will do it.
And…. I need to make sure I get hubby to pick up a fancy dinner somewhere, because I am also not cooking for our new revised version of date night. I’m on deaths doorstep here, it’s not a pretty sight.
But we are going to have our fake date night dinner if it kills me. It might.
Just reminds me of why we don’t TALK about things that we really want to happen, it’s like a huge cosmic jinx. As soon as it’s out there, known, that you want to do something, are looking forward to something in particular, you can bet the universe is going to try taking you down a notch.
Usually, it’s the kids getting sick, or hurt. I didn’t see ME getting sick, that was kind of a surprise.
Good job Universe, keeping me on my toes.