Big Night Out

I wrote this a while ago but could never find a home for it. It lives here now. Hope you enjoy.

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A year ago our parenting method could have been called, “How to be The Giving Tree.” It wasn’t for the squeamish and we were concerned it might eventually land our marriage in therapy.

Our sons are charismatic and wonderful now, but as babies, one was colicky, the other had severe eczema and both were sweatshops of fuss. Even at one and three, they rarely played by themselves or slept through the night.

Despite our babysitter’s proficiency, we avoided letting her do any of the hard stuff like bedtime and night terror negotiations. The price of our parental narcissism was a nearly dateless marriage.

We needed some time alone, but since relinquishing control of the night time ritual was too frightening, we went out to dinner at the comical hour of 4:45pm. Around the time people in Spain start thinking about lunch, we were fighting early rush hour traffic en route to Legal Seafood at the mall. Thankfully it has a separate entrance so we didn’t feel like a tween couple eating in the food court before a 6:05 showing of Twilight.

A restaurant may officially open at 4:30 but unless it’s connected to a casino or hospital, it’s rarely ready for customers until at least 5:15. When we arrived, the staff was in various states of preparation: waitresses were eating; the janitor was vacuuming; the bartender was assessing his vodka supplies and the hostess was texting on her phone. My wife asked, “You’re open, right?” Her nametag read Madison, “Umm, yea, sure, I guess.”

Not the type of romantic start we’d envisioned. As we walked to our table I pretended to have a coughing fit that made it difficult to steer my walker. Lindsay shushed and laughed. I imagined by our third visit the hostesses would come to expect us like they might a near-death couple on scheduled furlough from the nursing home.

None of this bothered us. We were out, sans children, and even if it was only for a couple hours, we were determined to enjoy it. It was more than that, really — we were excited. Sure, the symphony of other tables’ laughter and arrhythmic clinking of glasses is better ambiance than a vacuum cleaner, but we were alone. That was the whole idea, right?

Rich people rent out entire restaurants to impress their dates in movies. Here we were simply arriving early enough to experience the same bliss, like Jake Ryan and Samantha Baker in an extended ending to Sixteen Candles. Of course, we’re significantly older (as evidenced by my reference to a 27 year-old movie), but I haven’t really kept up with romantic comedies over the past two decades.

Lindsay chose a nice booth in the middle of the room, but then changed her mind, moving us to a different one that was “less central and closer to the windows.” We moved once more to a table without a “wobbly top.” She was crumbling under the combined weight of excitement and too many choices. But I learned years ago to stay out of these decisions due to not understanding how they’re made.

After finding the one magical table, we sat and placed our iPhones face up; each of us poised to pounce on a text or call from the babysitter.

“Do you think everything’s OK? Is Arlo freaking out? I mean, I’m sure she’s just letting Silas watch Scooby Doo or something, but Arlo never goes very long without me. I mean what if he freaks out? Oh my God, my boobs are tingling. He’s probably hungry. Just tell me everything’s fine. Everything’s fine, right?

“Of course everything’s fine.”

It took us ten minutes to stop talking about the kids and ignore the echo of our voices in the barren dining room. A waitress, who was still putting her hair up, approached the table,

“Hi, welcome to Legal Seafood. What can I get you to drink this evening?” Lindsay’s eyes turned to pinwheels. She hadn’t considered the possibility of a drink drink.
“Should I get a kamikaze, or just some white wine? How much alcohol really goes into breast milk?”

The waitress looked nervous, not knowing if she was expected to answer the question better suited for a lactation consultant.

“She’s a little excited to be out of the house and away from our kids.” I said.

“I have 4 kids at home.” She responded, forcing a smile.

“Maybe I should just have some sparkling water. No, I want a drink drink. I deserve it. I’ll have a cosmopolitan.”

Her announcement wasn’t met with the amount of enthusiasm she expected from our server.

“Bold choice” I said, filling in.

We opened the stiff picture book menu and gazed at it like Charlie entering the chocolate factory. For years we had eaten huddled over the sink while trying to find a version of the Bob the Builder song that would calm the incessant musical desires of our toddler. The idea of cooking a meal with pots and pans and other civilized instruments was laughable. We had sacrificed indulgences for the comfort of our kids, making Legal Seafood feel like a fantasy world.

We had to be careful. Our bodies were no longer accustomed to un-microwaved food. Lindsay was busy doing battle with all her options and eventually narrowed her choices to steamed lobster or stuffed lobster. I encouraged her to get it stuffed and ordered it steamed for myself -­ just in case. She got another cosmopolitan, and we both unsuccessfully fought our urges to fill up on warm biscuits.

We smiled and laughed and managed to forget about the kids for multiple seconds in a row. We even felt brave enough to mock ourselves for being so over-protective,

“Oh, we can’t leave our kids because they’re so precious and would completely fall apart without us, blah di blah blah. Look at Jason and Lindsay, letting their kids run their lives.”

Our lobsters arrived. She looked at hers, then at mine, and, as expected, we switched. The joy on her face when she excavated the entire tail was more than worth the price of her asking me the same questions over and over again due to mild drunkenness. Her mouth and cheeks were lightly greased in melted butter, and her teeth glistened when she laughed.

Before long, our table looked like a depot for spare crustacean parts. We weren’t alone anymore either, as the hum of the vacuum cleaner had been replaced by the sounds of people. By 6pm the restaurant was packed, but we were ready to leave.

Arriving home, it felt we’d been gone for a weekend. I remembered what my parents smelled like when they returned from a dinner party, and I wondered if we smelled the same. The kids ran to us for big hugs and we explained to them what lobster is.

We’ve since found a few other restaurants capable of taking us at such a ridiculously geriatric hour. Now that the kids are two and four, we sometimes even go a little bonkers and extend our reservation to 5:30. Hopefully it won’t be long until we’re able to go see a movie.

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Bella49 says:

Like Kelly, I could have written this.Thanks for making us feel normal. The last time we went to a movie was 2 years ago (and we went in the morning to coincide with nap times). We now have nearly-three-year-old and 6-month-old. Going to be a long time before we have a date night but we're ok with that. I think.

Judy M says:

Oh, I feel so bad for you guys. I have twin boys who are almost 3. We are so so so very lucky. They are great sleepers and they usually go to be around 8pm, but we can get them to bed as early as 7pm and go out for the evening. We don't need a "real" babysitter, just a "TV babysitter" as in, 'come on over and sit and watch TV while the kids sleep.' Usually my parents,sometimes someone else. I know a lot of people in your situation. Some have used a post-partum doula to help with kid' sleep issues. It's hard to sleep train kids, and the older they get the harder it is. Good luck to you guys. I hope you're able to get out more.

adequatemom says:

Lovely post. So great that you do whatever it takes to get some grownup time!

CJ says:

My husband and I have gotten to the point where we take turns going out. Every Friday after the Beast goes to bed, I jump in my car and drive over to a friends house blocks away . There are 3-4 of us mothers that sit, bitch and have a drink. My husband calls us the "The View" as we usually have 2-3 conversations going at one time. If I didn't have that, I wouldn't be sane the rest of the time. Once a month, my husband and I go out and have the inlaws babysit.

Shauna says:

My husband and I have a standing rule that "date night" is only "date night" if we haven't talked about the kids or the ex. Of course, this was after we had a "date night" which involved us Christmas shopping for the kids. Super romantic.

Melanie says:

Date night is important. And I loved the Sixteen Candles reference. I'm dating a fella who is 7 years younger, and doesn't fully appreciate John Hughes movies. We watched Jake Ryan this weekend and he totally wasn't in to it. It's more devastating than I imagined it to be, dating someone who doesn't love John Hughes movies like I do.

Rachel says:

I am very lucky that I have a Mom & sister i trust whole heartedly. We often take him for sleepovers with Bubbe & Auntie so we can have some alone time. Usually that involves dinner out and then couch time as we cannot seem to motivate ourselves to meet our single childless friends after 9:00pm. Even though I am closer to 40 than 30 most of our friends are childless & I don't really think they understand how special & weird a night out without the boy can be. We usually get at least 1 -2 Saturdays a month to ourselves, but when i have all that time, i really don't know how to handle it

Scott says:

Thanks, Jason. While we know we need to get out without our 1.5 and 3 year old, we are still too scared to try any of the local babysitters. Good to hear that you *can* do it. Now we just need to *do it*.

Chrystina says:

Sixteen Candles was a good place to stop for romantic comedies – says the 23-year-old. I appreciated the detail of this story a lot, can't wait to hear about the movie adventure – all sorts of chaos can go on with your cell phones out and on in a dark movie theater…

Stacey says:

I am a Giving-Tree-Parent. My son is 9 weeks old and I left him with my husband for an hour (he demanded that I grocery shop alone.) And I cried for 20 minutes and had a panic attack the entire time. My husband is now pushing me to go out with friends within the next month. He says I have to stay away for at least an hour again. I'm not going to make it. No one can comfort this child the way I can. No one knows the sweet words I whisper to him as he nurses and no bottle provides the comfort of a breast. Ugh, better stop thinking about it before I have another panic attack.

Sabrina says:

Stacey, you're lucky to have a husband that pushes a little. I was the same way with my first one and my mom was the one that pushed and i'm so glad she did. I know the day will come when my kids will choose to be somewhere else and i need to know that i can handle being away from them. Because isn't that really what it's about? us being ok without them? Congrats new momma!

Jacquelyn says:

2 things I love most about this post:

1) Sixteen Candles reference! Did you really know his name was Jake Ryan or did you google it?

2) They way you speak of Lindsay…so romantic to think of a man thinking so much of his wife…Gives us ladies hope that our husbands still think of us that way after years of marriage and the craziness of raising children. I know my hubby would order a "second" dish for me if i asked….but he would never think to do it without my asking….your awsome Jason!

Jason Good says:

I didn't google and I'm usually not all that romantic.

Jenna says:

Jason, I have to tell you, as a single mother of multiple children, you may not think you are romantic, but you are. The fact that you adore your wife, respect her and your marriage and you are such a good Daddy, and that you are raising your boys with such love and humor is VERY romantic. When a woman is in her early twenties, her idea of romance may be candlelit dinners and roses, being carried into the bedroom, showered with baubles or sung romantic ballads (hahaha), but by the time a woman is a mother, especially with more than one child, true romance becomes a significant other who will give the kids a bath, bring you a bowl of soup and occupy the children when you’re sick and make both you, and them, laugh. Your wife is a lucky woman, and you are a lucky man. Your boys are lucky to have such loving, humorous parents. Without humor, successful parenting is nearly impossible…:)

Jody says:

Yes, he is awesome!

Kiera says:

The guilt that takes over my brain when I even think about leaving our 2 year old to go do something just the 2 of us is over powering to say the least.

He is perfectly fine & happy without us, but I feel like his world MUST be falling apart for the 4-6 hours we leave him.

It's why I have to do is unplanned. On a Saturday afternoon I call up my parents, "Can you watch him?!??!?!" if the answer is yes I race him over there around nap time and we sneak in an early "dinner" (really, it's lunch time!) and a movie… I know we need it, but it's a constant reminder I have to make to me — there was life before my kid.

PishPosh says:

This is very romantic. Ordering something, knowing she'll want it, and describing her laughing with greasy cheeks. I just love it. Its very sweet.

Kelly says:

Did I write this? No, but I could have!

We have a 2 year old and a 1 year old, as well as an 11 year old and 13 year old. For our last anniversary, my mom was kind enough to babysit for 4 long hours so we could enjoy the "night". We started the "night" with dinner at 5pm (bedtime is at 9). After dinner we went back and forth on what to do next. We decided to hop in the car and drive until we could think of something. About an hour into the drive, yes an hour, our oldest calls and needs a ride home from his friends, so we took a timeout on date "night" and picked him up and dropped him off at home. We did NOT dare go inside when we dropped him off, but instead let him hop out at the curb. We drove around for another hour and a half and still couldn't think of anything to do, so we cut our date 30 minutes short and went home. Sure enough, both of the little ones were sound asleep for the night.

We are so lame!!!

cbr says:

yup !

I was the maid of honor at my friends wedding and we had our 2 yr old sleeping over her cousins. As the wedding ended people discussed what to do next (the wedding ended about 10:30/11. Eve tho i was beat after a long day, we had no kid that night so we were actually apart of the whole what to do now discussion. Even tho i wanted to go to bed, i chose the bar with my husband and some friends. I barely drink and was so tired. so i ordered a grilled cheese & a coke. while we were waiting for food. i start looking thru my cell phone photos of our daughter. pretty soon we were sharing photo's of her together.

Then we realized what losers we are, put the phones down and tried to have an adult conversation.

c says:

This. Is. Us. A 3 year old and 10 month old, and we've been out to dinner alone exactly once. When we got home our son (8 months at the time) was waaaaailing and utterly beside himself, which broke my heart a little. However, I was pleasantly tipsy and decided to believe the babysitter who said he'd just started crying. All going well, we'll go out again before our toddler starts kindergarten.