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6.24.2012

Freaky Friday...er, Saturday

For the first time last Saturday, we actually paid someone to watch Em, while we ventured out on a date. I know. We've been on dates since she was born, but usually traded childcare with other parents (my husband calls us 'reluctant consumers,' which is a nice way of saying tight wads).

Just before the two young ladies from our church arrived, I had this weird Freaky Friday moment. As I sat there writing out instructions for the babysitters, I felt like I should be the babysitter. I used to have this "Babysitter Instructions" pad that came in handy when I was about seven-years-old and playing house, but here I was, actually writing down notes for someone else on how to take care of my child. Because I have a child. I'm not playing 'house' anymore--I'm actually living it. So strange.

It doesn't feel like long ago (and maybe it wasn't, in the scheme of things), that I was the teenager entering a house throbbing with that chaotic energy of children, and admiring the dolled-up mom with her adult purse, trying to make her way past the wreckage of toys to the door. As a teenager, there was no way for me to understand the exquisite delight of a night out, without kids. 

But boy do I understand now! I saw an idea online that suggested setting aside date money in envelopes, with the month written on the front. So I did it. It's not much money, but the envelopes are tucked in my underwear drawer (unnecessary detail), and I'm hoping we can manage at least one date night a month. I once heard that it's cheaper to pay for a babysitter than marriage counseling, and for some reason that idea has stuck with me.

2 comments:

Jamie Johnson said...

OH I love date nights! I'm so glad you were able to get away! We have a little date night fund...oh it's so much fun!!!

Jenny said...

What a great idea to set aside date money in advance!

And it does seem pretty freaky to be living this adult life. Do you think the ladies you babysat for ever had moments like this?