Yesterday my husband and I spent most of the day together. It started when he woke me up to go get coffee. Of course, I can't drink coffee right now so I had water and a breakfast pocket. It was quite an adventure since the coffee shop he likes was blocked by the Breast Cancer awareness walk so we had to park a block away and walk only to find the road had been opened by the time we got to the coffee house. Haha!
After coffee we caught a movie- X-Men- which I totally recommend as one of the best X-Men movies yet. By the time we got home it was 3:30 in the afternoon. Sophia was already laid down for quiet time so we had another hour of eating lunch (quite late) and just watching some TV. Once Sophia was up and Zoe was carefully taken to a block party at a friend's house the hubby and I watched yet another movie on DVD.
Dating my husband has changed. We used to go to some nice restuarant for a meal and perhaps with friends. Alcohol was generally involved in some quantity- large or small. We rarely saw movies. We talked, a lot about the future, the past, the present. Dates usually ended in heated passionate ways. Now, I barely brush my hair, rarely wear makeup, and while I often try to dress as nice as I can I've been known to go out wearing yoga pants and a tee shirt if we're not going anywhere more than the movies. Our dates usually have little or no talking- he spent the morning on his iPad at the coffee house while I stared down the people around me and glared at the counter girl that was reluctant to give a pregnant woman a glass for water; then a movie which allows such minimum talking as "ooh... that movie looks good." And the only passion dates end in now is my passion for eating and his for browsing motorcycles on ebay.
I want to complain, but really, I like the comfort zone we've come to in our marriage. Sure, I miss passion. Every movie that has any kind of passionate kiss sends me over the edge, but I just don't see my husband that way anymore. Now he's that man whose hair I have to clean out of the bathroom sink every week and whose socks never seem to match up when I'm folding laundry. He's the man that gripes at me when he's had a bad day at work or the man that loves me dearly when he's feeling all "romantic." We're comfortable. It's easy- mostly.
So, date night has changed. Maybe when the kids are older we'll regain some passion or maybe not. Either way I suppose it's good that we get those snippets of time together to reconnect however superficially and just be an "us" for a while.
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