Friday night was aproaching and for the last couple weeks Jackson decided he'd become an early riser. Like a 5 am early riser. My poor husband Gary was pooped. After the stomach flu hit the house, taking care of a 2 year old that thinks he's a rooster on a farm and a wife who can't leave her bed for long, the guy needed a break.
Gary's Mom lives in the same town as us and has helped us out a lot since Jack was born. Even more so since I've been in bed. So when she graciously offered to have Jack stay at her house for dinner and a sleepover, Gary jumped at the offer. This meant sleeping in!
Gary decided to take full advantage of this opportunity and make it a date night for us. One problem. What sort of date can you have when you are confined to the house? My husband knows the way to my heart is through my pregnant stomach, so he offered to pick up whatever I would like to eat. I eat pretty healthfully for the most part, so much to his surprise, I wanted fried chicken. Fast food fried chicken. He happily agreed to my request and we ate our greasy chicken out of a box at our dining room table.
In addition to my being on bed rest, my doctor advised me not to do too much bending. My swollen belly is very tender and bending over is uncomfortable. Shaving my legs had become a near impossible task. For a few weeks I had been eyeballing my furry gams and thinking up a more long term way to remain hairless.
Aha! I had forgotten that Gary's Mom gave me a waxing kit a few months back. My hairless legs were a possibility! I surely couldn't reach my lower legs, so who could I trust to do it? And who would be willing?
I suggested this to Gary during our date night. He sweetly agreed and even suggested we do it that evening. So he heated up up the wax and got everything set up. I was worried he would be afraid of hurting me and not pull the waxing strip off all the way or do a half effort kinda job. Boy was I wrong. He loved it. Half way through it was apparent he was enjoying it far too much. He started distracting me with stupid jokes and then, booya, he would rip off that waxing strip.
He did a surprisingly good job, found a new secret calling and we laughed till we cried.
No indoor date night is complete without a movie. So we did our usual movie watching routine of starting the movie and me falling asleep 10 minutes into it.
We awoke the next morning and laid in bed talking about how entertaining the previous evening was. Neither one of us expected that a confined evening of greasy cheap food and body grooming would be the most memorable date night we have had to date.
That sounds like a great date night!
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