I’m not really sure what an “Ode” is or if my little ditty (not sure what a ditty is either) qualifies, but I like the word, “Ode.” I sat down and wrote the above words out one day and posted it on Facebook. I was so surprised by how many friends liked it, that I thought I’d share it with you too:
If you don’t like my husband, sorry we can’t be friends. If you’re a woman and you like my husband more than you like me, sorry we can’t be friends. If you don’t like my kids, sorry we can’t be friends. If you like my kids more than you like me…when can you babysit? 🙂
I wasn’t sure what to title it. Isn’t that the worst thing about writing something–the title? Would that the title would just magically appear perfectly appropriate for the writing!
But alas the baby sitter is the biggest obstacle to going out on regular dates as a married couple. You have to plan ahead, not our best trait. Then you have to clean the house, another problem. You have to find someone actually willing to babysit your angelic kiddos, problem number three. Then if all that falls into place you have to pay them. Sigh.
I would love to get out more consistently without the kids, but we’ve actually gotten away alone more than usual lately so I am very thankful. I now remember what an uninterrupted conversation is like. Amazing!
Ever wondered what gift to give a couple with kids? A babysitter! They’ll love you forever. I promise! I tell myself repeatedly, “Someday you’re going to miss this!”
P.S. Please don’t give me a lecture on the proper use of “ode” or “ditty” ’cause…I don’t really care. 🙂