Sometimes I think I’m still on the fence about this whole idea of homeschooling our kids (now 2 1/2 and 1). I KNOW it’s what I want to do, I just don’t know if I’m cut out for it.
I know I’ve mentioned before that we party like rock stars on our weekly date night, but it never ceases to amaze me how relaxing a trip to Chipotle, Target, Barnes & Noble, or the proctologist can be when no children are FREAKING OUT in your ear because they ran out of milk.
(Did she just say proctologist?)
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Date night has changed since we had kids.
Before JJ was born in 2010, Brian and I went to concerts, ate expensive meals and stayed out until at least 11 p.m. We didn’t have a set day or time for our dates; we just went when and where the mood led us.
I know, we party hard.
Like the Puritans.