Date night

Aleks and I went on a date Friday.

It was long overdue.

I had just laid into him on Thursday saying "what are you doing on your phone? looking at more bike shops? you should be looking at it for places to take me on a surprise date."

Well, he was. Looking at places to take me, that is.

Friday morning Aleks told me to take a change of clothes to work and to be outside the house at 6. He had hired a sitter and planned it all out, early in the week.

Insert foot into mouth.

We went to a mediocre chain restaurant, which was packed on a Friday night, something we'd forgotten since we never go out anymore.We had cheap drinks and lousy food and felt totally giddy that we were out together doing things. It felt like playing hooky.

Especially since we didn't have to put our kids to bed.

God bless babysitters.

And then, because Aleks wanted to give me a date that wasn't just eating out at a "nice" restaurant 

(the quotes are necessary because trying to find a nice place to eat in Wichita that has good food without being ridiculously over priced is impossible) we went and played laser tag.

This was Aleks' first time.

Which I blame on the fact that he didn't go to church youth group as a kid.

At any rate, I wasn't terribly excited about this event, in part because the last time I had played, I had done terribly, but also because plan A had been to go to an indoor trampoline park thing and if you know me, you might know that I love jumping on trampolines. In fact, if I went to the Olympics, it would be for trampoline.

Unfortunately, this place hasn't opened yet, so laser tag it was.

There were 17 players.

"The Painkiller" I drank with dinner (see first photo) was making me sleepy.

But, as soon as the lights dimmed and the fog machine and music started up, this 32 year old mom of 2 became a different person.

I'll spare you the play by play.

The most important thing to know is that I came in 2nd.

Aleks came in 11th.

And while it was fun to beat my husband, it was even more satisfying to have beaten the other 8 boys who were between 10 and 12 and had worn face masks because they were so serious.

It was a good night.

And it got me through this hellish weekend. 

It reminded me I really like my husband. 

Hopefully we can do this more often.