It sounds weird, but there's this MAJOR comfort in knowing that M.D. is at our house, even if I'm not there. I dont' know why, maybe it's because I know it's baby proofed to the MAX, I know he has everything he would possibly want/need in reach, maybe...I know how why.
We had our first ACTUAL overnight stay last month. Our daycare text on Sunday evening, her daughter had pneumonia and she was not opening the daycare the next day. We had to find other care. Thankfully, Grandma Barb was able to step in. She suggested we could let her have M.D. overnight that same night so Steven wouldn't have to drive him up to her house in the morning before work. I told Steven he could decide. Firstly, he was the one who would have to drive him in the morning & secondly, I knew I didn't want M.D. to go overnight somewhere other than home, but I also realized he was 8 months old and it might be time for him to have his 1st night away. Steven decided it was a great idea, which it was, for a sane person. Let's just say, I was almost in the car about 4 times that night to go pick him up before I finally fell asleep. There were tears. Steven was patient. We made it through. And M.D. had a great time :)
Fast-forward to Tuesday night. Steven & I were watching "Family SOS with Jo Frost". I'm not sure how I feel about this show. We DVR'd the episode. It was about a family with 5 kids, one of whom had down syndrome. The Dad was basically a HUGE douche bag. When his down syndrome son would poop his pants the dad would either spank him or take him out in the yard and spray him off with the freezing cold garden hose. Yeah...I struggled through that episode. Anyways, Jo Frost gave the husband and wife "homework" where they had to plan date nights. All of a sudden I hear Steven say, "I want to plan a date night!". Well, my heart pretty much stopped beating...I haven't heard that phrase before :) "Okay!" I said, "What do you want to do?" Steven said he wants to go to "our restaurant" for dinner. "Okay!" I said again, "So you do realize that planning a date is more than picking a restaurant, right? You have to plan a day, time, find a babysitter...." Steven interrupted me, "WHY CAN'T M.D. COME TO DINNER WITH US!?"
Oh lord...we need an intervention :)