I have a confession to make.
I once completely ruined a (rare) date night out over… popcorn. Seriously.
Who knew such a delicious, buttery treat could be such a catalyst for drama?
So, we were at the movies and after sitting down in our seats I asked my husband if he could go get me some popcorn. I mean, I didn’t want to miss the beginning of the movie… He said something along the lines of, “Ugh, can you just go get it?” And I said something along the lines of, “You better sleep with one eye open tonight.”
I sulked off and got my popcorn. Then, I proceeded to watch the movie with a scowl and a bad attitude, similar to the combo my 2-year-old threw me a few days prior because I wouldn’t give her my hot coffee (logical). This nonsense carried over into the car ride home. The evening that could have been a light, carefree night out with my partner turned into a bit of a dud.
But the thing is, it was never about the popcorn.
It was about my stress levels of being a work-from-home mom. It was about my exhaustion around having children who weren’t sleeping well during the time.
It was about the mental load of motherhood that I carry around like a boulder in my brain. It was about feeling burnt out by all of life’s responsibilities. It was about the fact that we hadn’t been out on a date in over a month.
It was about the fact that our lives are consumed by preschool pickup and decisions about childcare and guilt over parenting fails and to-dos. It was about the pressure. Of parenting. Of adulting. Of date night.
Who has time to think of a new place to try for dinner? Who has the energy to shower, do their hair, put makeup on, and pick out a cute, flattering outfit on a Friday night after a long, long, long week? Who has the determination to make sure your date checks all the boxes—Is what we’re doing exciting enough?
Are we going to the perfect restaurant? Does it matter that these Spanx are making me feel miserable? Should we do something spontaneous after dinner? Should I come up with some options for our spontaneous activity so we are prepared for spontaneity?
The only question we should be asking ourselves is—what do we WANT to do on our date? The only goal we should have is to ditch the pressure and Just. Have. Fun.
The point of a date, especially as parents, is to connect. To have some alone time together. It’s not to plan some magical, unicorn, non-existent “perfect” night out. This isn’t The Bachelor. This isn’t a planned-by-ABC one-on-one date involving a helicopter and bungee jumping. We both have already accepted the rose—we don’t need perfection. What we need is to get out.
We’re talking a meal at a restaurant and a rom-com. Sometimes we get wild and throw in an after-dinner drink somewhere. We go on dates to get away from poopy diapers and screaming toddlers. To go somewhere for a couple of hours so we can speak to each other at a normal decibel without pausing to answer questions like “WHERE DID YOU PUT MY WITCH HAT, MOOOOOM? I CAN’T FALL ASLEEP WITHOUT IT!” or “CAN YOU WIPE MEEEEE?!”
After more than a few dates like the popcorn-drama-night, we both have learned our lesson.
The recipe for a great date night is simple:
1. Leave your children home with someone you trust.
2. Exit the house and go somewhere together.
3. Wear clothes that are comfortable.
4. Have a good attitude.
5. Talk to each other.
(Bonus points if you can leave your kiddos home with a family member you don’t have to pay!)
Recently, my husband and I went on a day date, to the beach, just the two of us. We left our girls home with their aunt (thanks, Liz!) and hightailed it outta there. We got iced coffees and sat on the sand under the warm sun.
We chatted and laughed and even just relaxed, laying there, closing our eyes—enjoying the peace and quiet. No one was eating sand. No one was complaining of the heat. No one had to go potty.
It was pretty amazing.
There was no bickering and no disappointment. It just worked.
I think we’ve found the secret to the elusive perfect parent date night: decrease your expectations and then you’ll decrease the pressure. By doing that, you’ll automatically decrease the chances of something or someone sabotaging your date, like an adult-sized tantrum caused by slick buttery popcorn.