Tonight is ours.
Nathan’s amazing parents, whom I love and adore, and who helped out so much with this crazy week we had, are at the house with the kids. They are feeding them, putting the toddler to bed, and getting the others set up with movie night.
We are in Tulsa, following my annual all day training for ethics and supervision, ready to play. We have a newborn finally coming home from the hospital tomorrow, so all of our long-ago-planned tomorrow plans are NOW, thanks to Nathan who called and got our theater tickets changed (which means I won’t have an interpreter).
Dancing in bubbles.
Sister Act at the PAC.
Sister Act is from my mom, actually, as the final season she got us for our wedding finishes up. This was the one she made me promise to take her instead of Nathan. This is the one we giggled and laughed over when I was in high school.
Now it’s here, my house is full of children (which I am sure she had something to do with), and this is my claimed and protected date night with my husband – especially before that baby gets here, before we don’t sleep for the next three months, and while we still have the energy to care.
Tonight it’s rest.
Tonight it’s playtime.
And besides anything else, that means five whole hours next to my husband, holding his hand, conversation uninterrupted.