We rarely get time outside the house, just the two of us, without a child. It’s been over a year since we had a night out together. Nights out together are important but with moving, there was the who to ask?. Having found people we could ask, then it was not actually getting around to asking. We’ve slipped into staying in rather than going out.
There have been some small changes here, which means that Mr. often works part of or sometimes all of the weekend. It has taken some adjusting to. I like our weekends, I like time together as a family. It also feels like a long week without two adults at the weekend. Sometimes, I feel as if I’ve not really spent anytime with my other half. It’s a little bit of juggle that we are still improving upon.
However, working weekends, means time off mid-week. Last week, we packed egg mayonnaise sandwiches and a flask. Dropped our son at school and sneaked off. Just us two, for a walk. It was very muddy. There was sunshine, rain, even hail. We got a little bit lost. Surprisingly, we didn’t run out of things to talk about. He looked at birds through binoculars and I fiddled with the manual focusing on my camera (still learning). Much nicer than a night in a crowded pub. Bit of lovely day out.
Does anyone else get to sneak off?