Brock and I had a date night last night.
We got a sitter so we could be BABY FREE and tried to go to a movie, only there was absolutely nothing that either of us wanted to see. So instead, we went over to hang out with our friends, Chris and KJ. We were there for 3 whole hours, and it really felt like 20 minutes. We had SO much fun!
What do two tired, overworked parents want to do when they get a date night? Why, play video games of course.
Brock started out the night by trying out a God of War rip-off where you play as one of the four horsemen, and you have to kill demons and angels alike. It looked pretty cool, albeit a little silly. Then KJ got irritated because we were all watching instead of playing. So we put on Mario for the Wii!
That game is designed to make people hate each other, I swear! My throat was sore by the end of the night from yelling at everyone. I couldn’t believe how fast the time went, or how relaxing it was to let loose and not worry about waking up the baby. We played Halli Galli, which is a counting fruit card game. Yeah, I know, it sounds stupid, but it was actually really fun. We were yelling, and laughing and slapping – it was crazy. We got to see KJ’s ninja hands and how lightening fast she was, winning two times in a row.
We were sad when it was time to go. Date nights come so few and far between, and it felt like we had just walked out the door. I texted our sweet and wonderful nanny to see if the baby was sleeping. She said that he was ALMOST out, and would probably be asleep by the time we got home. We came in very quietly, and I texted her again to see if she wanted me to come relieve her in the bedroom. After she responded ‘Yes,’ I went in and was greeted with a happily chattering, wide-awake little boy. April said that he was nearly sound asleep, and when she tried to move him, he woke up and started talking. Typical Ronan behavior. Sleep is for the weak.
About half an hour later, I finally got Ronan back down. Brock and I had planned on a little grown up time in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. We were in the guest bedroom, kissing and being all romantical and sweet. I was laying on the bed watching as Brock lit candles and set them on the ledge above the bed. I don’t remember what we were talking about but I was focused on how Brock was holding the large glass jar candle upside down and putting the lighter all the way up inside of it to light, when one of the candles fell off the ledge and landed on the top of my head.
I clutched the top of my head, moaning “OW OW OW ow ow ow ow ow ow!” until my ow’s turned into sobs, and I couldn’t stop crying. Brock felt horrible, and held me while I cried telling me, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” He ran downstairs and got me some ice and Tylenol. It took me about that long to calm myself down and get my crying under control. I did that silly thing where I pulled my hands really slowly away from my head to make sure there was no bleeding. (There was no bleeding.) Brock kept telling me he was sorry, and I laughed and said that it was okay, it was an accident! He told me I wasn’t allowed to smile and be happy, because I was the one that got hurt.
So, instead of sweet-happy-love-time, we sat on the couch together and watched House while I iced my noggin. The lump on my head grew in the shape of a C right behind my hairline, and stuck out of my head by a fingersbreadth. Probably not the most romantic night we’ve ever had, but at least it was memorable!