Date Night

I.LOVE.DATE.NIGHT! Plain and simple. I love it. I love it. I love it. It gives me something to look forward to. It makes me feel like Kimber, and not just mom. Mom is great, but Kimber is fabulous too! So our weekends seem to have been consumed with young mens lately, so tonight on a whim, I got a sitter and Chet and I went out. Upon returning, the babysitter tells me that the boys were great and the evening went well. That is always great to hear. I have had 3 sitters tell me they are not interested in coming again. One, while I only had 4 kids, told me that was not what she was used to and that it was too much for her. The next one told me she was going to be really busy for the next year when I asked her if she would like to come back. Um.... point taken! The third, just flat out told me I was crazy, and she would never babysit for me again (she does babysit my two babies, once a week now. I love her to death and we joke about that now, but she has not watched all 5 again!) So, hearing the night went well always make me sigh with relief. On the way home I find out that all that happened was Carter and Carson got into a fist fight with kicking involved and turned the couch sideways (which is how I found it too), Colby fell off the table and bloodied his nose, Carson ate cheetos for dinner (well, I did tell the sitter that I didn't care what they ate tonight, as long as I didn't have to make it or clean it. She accomplished both!) and all kids fell fast asleep as soon as I got home. Pretty sucessful date night I must say! I think that I had 3 people tell me this week (well it's only Thursday, so in 4 days) that I will miss these days. Bring on the missin! (I do love it, strangely, but I don't think I'll be missin certain parts. I think empty nesters only remember the good. They forget the hard!)