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You know you need a date with your husband when your marriage has gone from picture perfect to perfectly boring

My husband and I did it up all right. We were friends first, dated for a while, moved in, got engaged, got married, committed five years (which turned into more, inadvertantly) to our mariage, and maintained our romance.

Every anniversary we took a bonding trip. We promised this to each other. We did romantic (Paris), wild (canoeing through Costa Rica), and Special (10 year anniversary trip back to our honeymoon spot).

When we had kids, we promised to Keep It Up.


Ha! Ha! Ha!

At first, after all that infertility (which our marriage survived! and was the stronger for!) we were So Ecstatic to have a baby that neither of us ever let loose of her. The three of us were Attached At the Hip. Always. Okay truthfully, my kids spent the first two years of their lives attached not to the hip so much as to the boob. That meant about five years of pregnant and nursing body. That meant a lot of hands off, mister, I'm all Touched Out.

Then we decided to sacrifice the second income so we had an at-home parent, dedicated to the children. We sold the big, nice house, most of the furniture, and down-sized. Then we re-budgeted and cut out all the Fancy Stuff.

Including Date Night.

You know you need a date with your husband/partner when special and romantic means watching and critiquing So You Think You Can Dance while holding hands.

Not that we don't enjoy that. We do. But a night out? With food being served to us? And no pediatric interruptions? Plus, we could still buy groceries the next week?


You could color me all shades of goldly happy if only E-Harmony Marriage and Parentbloggers would PICK ME! PICK ME! to go out on a date with my know, the great guy who runs IT on my blog, does the dishes every night, runs herd on the kids when I'm all mom'd out in the evenings, fetches me Advil, and so forth. And so on.

I'd be ecstatic, but more importantly, he'd be ecstatic, and he'd actually enjoy it because it wouldn't ding the budget, thanks to this:

We’re teaming up with E-Harmony Marriage to offer you the opportunity to win a $100 American Express Gift Card to spend on a dinner date with your spouse/partner. And if that doesn’t cut it (because dinner with the kids is not really dinner), we’re including $100 to pay the babysitter

If you want to enter the contest, go to here and read the specs.

copyright 2007 Julie Pippert


S said…
Really? You went to Paris and Costa Rica and...

I'm sooooooo jealous.
Girlplustwo said…
what a lovely decade, friend. i hope this is the rekindler you need. (you know, if you win, there's that, right)
Kate said…
I am so in!

But if I don't win, I hope you do! ;-)
Christine said…
That contest sounds heavenly. . .

Hope that advil is helping. ;-)
mama k said…
I hear ya! We did everything "right" too but nothing could prepare us for the colic and moodswings that we both suffered. yikes.

Found you via the blast. My entry is here
Gwen said…
Good luck with the contest. Sounds like you need it more than me, so I won't enter, just to give you a better chance. THAT is the kind of friend I am.
Aliki2006 said…
I hope you win! Wouldn't that be grand!
Her Bad Mother said…
Fingers crossed for you!

(BTW, I tagged you for our BlogRhet meme before I saw that Joy had done the same thing. So you have to do it twice! Mwah hah hah ha!) (Kidding.)

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