Every now and then, my husband and I have a “date night” where we go out, to relive our pre-parent days. Except, before we had our daughter, we didn’t actually ever go on dates, we just, er, went out. You know, we’d go out for dinner, or to the pub, or to watch a movie. We didn’t call them dates, we just left the house and went out.
But now we’re parents, we have “date nights” which require a huge amount of organisation. We organise a babysitter. We get dinner request from babysitter and buy in said-dinner for babysitter. We leave written instructions on how to use our Sky box and TV for babysitter. We put baby monitor and spare dummies in an obvious place for babysitter. We generally leave for our date night feeling exhausted and wondering if it’s worth the effort.
And there are some rules for Date Night:
1. Go somewhere that you’d never go with kids. No one wants a date night in Giraffe or, in fact, anywhere that has high chairs, free balloons and a kids’ menu. Somewhere dark, with lots of steps that you’d never get a buggy up/down, that sells scallops and martinis = perfect.
2. The second rule of Date Night is you don’t talk about Date Night. (Oh no, hang on, that’s Fight Club, isn’t it?)
3. Consider somewhere that requires concentration (something young kids don’t have). A movie, for example, or a play. My husband and I recently went to see Warhorse at London’s National Theatre. It was amazing and emotional and stunning. I cried. (Seriously – go see it. Superbreak do some awesome-looking theatre breaks). Oh but don’t go to see something where bad things happen to kids (I’ve heard that Impossible is not a movie for parents of a weepy disposition.)
4. Don’t talk about the kids too much. But don’t put so much effort into not talking about them that all you want to do is talk about them.
5. Don’t drink so much that you can’t handle the next day. If the thought of running around a soft play centre before watching six episodes of Fireman Sam makes you wretch, you’ve drunk too much. Unless of course, you’ve been lucky and bagged a night away. In that case, have those extra (four) martinis.
FYI peeps – Superbreak gave me two tickets for Warhorse for the purpose of this post.