Monday, July 27, 2009

For years Ian and I have had a date night. Between raising kids, his work schedule, and me teaching classes most evenings we didn't feel like we had enough us-only time, and decided we needed to set aside one night a month when we went out together without the kids. Because of the accident it had been almost two months since we went out alone, and even though neither one of us was sure I should, we went out to dinner tonight.

I needed to go home after just a couple of hours but it was still nice to be somewhere with him without having to listen to the kids argue. They've all been very good about it lately but I can tell they're reaching their limits with each other and are dying to start picking on each other again, and if we'd taken them, I'm sure it would have happened in the middle of the restaurant.

Before I left the hospital Ian got more than one lecture about not babying me and for the most part he's been very good about letting me do what I think I can and then pushing me to try to do a little bit more, so I was surprised when he loaded the wheelchair into the car tonight. Oh, but I was glad he did. Inching my way from the front of the restaurant to the table would have been torture, mentally and physically.

One of the things we talked about tonight was all the time he's taken off work lately. He has a few years worth of sick leave to bank on but the longer he's off the more he realizes he doesn't want to go back. He wants to teach again, not just TKD but psychology as well. I think he'd forgotten how much he loves to teach little kids and Friday and Saturday just made him want it more.

Someone is going to have to take my place and it would be nice if it was him.

There were a dozen other things I think we wanted to talk about but I was getting too uncomfortable so he brought me home. Right now he's downstairs putting his foot down because Kevin is up past his bedtime (my dad is here and he's a terrible influence) but once he's got Kevin headed in the right direction he'll come back upstairs and we can pick up where we left off. Rachel always heads to bed when she's supposed to and my dad will kick Alex up the stairs before midnight.

Don't make any popcorn though. The only show tonight will be two very tired people propped up in bed talking until one of them falls asleep. I don't think we'll even argue about it ;)

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