Me: Do you guys want to go to Aunt E's and Uncle S's this weekend and play with H?
Lad: Play H!
Boy: What are you and Daddy gonna do?
Me: Well, we're going to go out and ... (realizing I don't want to tell him we're going to the movies or something else he'll want to do) ... um, we'll do something that we like to do but you guys don't like, like, um --
Boy: Like go to a bar. To drink BEER.
Me: Actually, yeah.
I'm not sure what that conversation says about the husband and I. We really aren't lushes, but we do enjoy a good beer. Regardless, the point here is that we're trying a babysitting exchange with our friends, whose little boy is right in between our boys in age and who live right around the corner from us. We took their kiddo this last week; he got some work done and she went to get a manicure. It was zero extra work on our part. It actually made Sunday easier because the boys all kept each other entertained.
This weekend is our turn. Our friends are taking The Boy and The Lad after nap Saturday. I have absolutely no idea what the husband and I are going to do. (Actually, that's a lie. If I can rope him into it, we're going to look at fabric for the chair I'm getting recovered.) Just knowing that we'll have those couple hours together is making me happy this week. And let me tell you, this is the kind of week so far that requires being grateful for small blessings.
Right now, I'm pretty grateful for good friends.
Do you guys ever trade babysitting? How often do you splurge on real babysitting for date nights? (We might do that once a month, maybe.)