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Romantic Dinner for Two: Where Reality & Romance Collide

Did you ever try to celebrate Valentine’s Day on a budget?

My budget includes borrowing art supplies from my children and crafting a card that would rival any second grade artist, but I wanted more for this year’s love fest.

I asked myself if I could make a romantic dinner for two at home, after tucking the kids snugly in their beds. Sounds budget-friendly and doable in theory, but allow me to demonstrate a real-life romantic dinner at home.

valentine's day romantic dinner for two at home with the kids: love birds

5:30 pm – Throw several dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets in the oven, rescue favorite stuffed animal from the grasp of the dog’s jaws, inspect and sign homework papers, and throw the clean laundry into the dryer. Take the dog outside because she’s chewing on your slippers. Answer the phone.

6:00 pm – Get OFF the phone and scrape all black residue from the chicken nuggets. Serve your kids dinner.

6:30 pm – Listen to reading homework; make sure the kids shower and brush their teeth; do the dishes; don’t kill the dog; go to the bathroom.

8:00 pm – Assign your daughter the job of setting a ‘fancy’ table. Make her promise not to lick each fork to remove dishwasher spots. Send your husband down to the corner market to get the cashews for the cashew chicken.

8:30 pm – Tuck your kids into bed, and take a much-needed shower. Put the dog in her crate so she doesn’t push the bathroom door open and run off with your clean underwear.

8:40 pm – Tame your hair, paint your face, and dress in the first clean outfit hanging in your closet.

8:55 pm – Snack on the burnt crisps leftover from the kid’s nuggets.

9:00 pm – Start cooking. Again.

9:30 pm – Serve a lovely cashew chicken dinner minus the cashews, because apparently there was a run on cashews this afternoon.

9:40 pm – Light the candles and take out the crying dog.

9:45 pm – Just as your husband leans into the flickering light of the candles to smooch your lips, the dog freaks out because your neighbor decides he’s going to shovel the sidewalk. Save the kiss for later and grab the dog before she wakes up your kids.

9:47 pm – Too late. The kids filter through to use the bathroom and get a drink. It’s an emergency, of course. You can faintly see symptoms of dehydration in their eyes. Let them taste your cashew-less chicken.

9:55 pm – Explain the importance of alone time between parents and threaten their lives with ten years of morning-til-night homework, year-round school, and a chore list that stretches to New Jersey and back.

10:00 pm – Throw out the cold chicken and go straight to dessert. Assure your spouse that yawning and drooping eyelids are the latest signs of true love.

Reality says, when you have children, romantic dinners at home do not work. My heartfelt advice to you is, forget the budget and GO OUT. Beg your parents, friends, coworkers, family, neighbors, and the teenagers next door to watch your kids for a few hours. Even if you have no money, go sit in the car (without the kids) and steam up the windows. Just get out of the house!


Questioning Reality

I’m posting twice today because I didn’t get to use enough words in my last post due to the fact that I used so many cute, pumpkiny (ya, it’s great new word) pictures.  You realize if I don’t use my words on you, my husband is the recipient.  You keep my marriage happy and for that I am forever indebted.

So, I am questioning reality this morning.  Did you ever have a dream so tangible you could swear it was reality?

Last night I picked up a book and decided to finally get started on it.  I flipped it over to read the back cover and the first words were, “Enter an adrenaline-laced epic where dreams and reality collide.”

I excitedly blurted, “That’s it!  That’s exactly what happened to me.”

Looking around the empty room, I remembered I was alone and felt a little silly for my outburst.

My dream the other night was reality.  I’m still confused by it.  (Don’t say anything!)  My dream did collide with reality.

I was lying in bed almost asleep, but not quite, when I started dreaming.  I knew I was dreaming folks, but I was asleep enough to be seeing this dream in my mind and yet, I reacted physically in this dream.  Yes, mind gets freakier each day.  So, to recap, I was sorta asleep, knew I was dreaming, and physically participated in this dream. 

In my dream I was in the bathroom and had opened the cabinet above the toilet.  For some reason I bent down and when I came up, I cracked my head on the cabinet door.  Interestingly I actually started sitting up in my semi-sleep and then jumped when I hit the (imaginary) cabinet door.  I swear I had a bump on my head!

The funny thing is that I actually did bang my head on the cabinet door earlier that day.  I do it all the time!  I have a permanent groove in my forehead.

I forgot my point.  Maybe I’ll go take a nap and dream of someone ironing clothes for me…it could actually be me doing it and not even realizing I’m participating in my dream.  It’s a lack of sleep.  I’m scaring myself.

Oh, the book I never started is “Black, The Birth of Evil” by Ted Dekker.  Book One, the Circle Trilogy.

What are you reading?