Date Night with husband: Zack, freshly in love again
At the very beginning of the relationship, what else was upset when the phone rang. And then one talked until the ear was glowing. They spent hours getting to know each other better and finding out what he likes and dislikes. And then they kept telling each other how much they loved each other. Oh, it's long.
Today there is no tingling anymore, when my husband rings a short time. Then it is more like this: "Honey, the toilet paper is all, can you get new? And do we have plans for the weekend? Otherwise, Christoph would come over for a beer, and, oh, I have to hang up, I have an appointment. Until later honey!? Well.
That's how we trick everyday life
Everyday life is a mean dog. He just steals any romance. How should one adore someone or burn up with passion if one argues in the evening for the remote control or tears open the window in the bathroom, because he has stayed longer on the bowl? But I do not want to tolerate this unromantic condition anymore. The tingling of the past needs to be restored. Would be laughed if you could not somehow trick everyday life. I already have an idea: the Date Night.
The Americans have been doing this for a long time. Especially couples who are married longer or have children have often institutionalized them. So I put myself and my husband directly an appointment in the common Google Calendar, organize us a babysitter and reserve a table at the Italian, where we used to be regularly bagged before we were parents.
Time for romance
Alone for the anticipation of the effort has been worthwhile. And for the result anyway. I trade the usual jeans and sneakers for dresses and high heels and find the result quite respectable. By the way, my husband too. He says that, several times. As we sit opposite the Italian, I feel like one of our first dates. So excited, and as if you did not know exactly how the evening ends. And then something totally crazy happens: we talk. That's right! Work, everyday life, organizational matters have no place in our conversation. Instead, it's about us. What we imagine for the future, what we want. We laugh and drink way too much wine. Without a thought to the hangover the next morning. Afterwards we go home like two freshly in love holding hands. And are they again: the tingling, the adulation, the being in love. Nice that you are back! Please stay a while.
And they do too. Even when the next morning the everyday life comes in the form of four children's feet hunted way too early around the corner. But the two of us are still looking a bit more crushed than before. Is his voice somehow deeper? Does not he look sexy today? And how. That's why I'm going to add the next Date Night to the calendar. In bright red. For important! It is also.
