We’re just not cut out to be going out by our selves anymore. We’re just not those people anymore.
“Go out, just the two of you.”
“Yup guys need a date night.”
“Get a babysitter, I’m sure Auntie Tricia would love to babysit!”
Sounds great in theory. Everyone eeds a little time to themselves. Every couple needs to spend some “us” time. Stephanie and I deserve some “us” time for sure… FOOOWWWW SHHHHOOOOOWWWW! But the thing is… I’m not so sure we’re better off without our third wheel.
Things seem to just work out better when the little guy is around. Food tastes better, drinks are colder and the night just seems more fun.
Yet, for some reason the one time we leave him home and head out on an adventure by ourselves, all hell breaks loose. There’s a time and place for everything… There’s a time to be serious and a time to laugh. Unfortunately there’s nights like tonight which don’t fit in any category.
New outfit to go out… $50 Bucks. dinner out… $124 bucks. Crapping your pants in a public restroom… PRICELESS!
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