As we were nearing home, Declan says, "Hey-wanna go to the diner?"
I got kind of excited at the thought of a $4 BLT sandwich & chips and said, "Umm...SURE!"
We looked at the clock in the car, and it finally clicked that I had NEVER changed the time since daylight savings, therefore, it showed us it was only 8:50pm-when truly, it was 9:50. PM, people. PM.
I'm a teacher. About to go out at 10pm on a school night. To the diner. Lugging my pregnant belly around. When I should be e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d. and in bed.
So, we went back and forth....
..."But...it is kind of late...."
"Oh, and what about the dog...?"
..."It's a school night babe, you sure you'll be okay?
"But we only have a few weeks left of being this spontaneous...."
[Meanwhile, we missed our most convenient exit to get there efficiently]
Declan told me to make the final call, and with exhilaration I said, "Let's do it!" (I felt like such a rebel on a school night!)
We detoured slightly, having missing our exit and off we were to the diner for a late night date.
Just the two of us.
I ate my BLT on wheat toast, and Declan ate his grilled cheese. He drank his coffee, and I chugged my one and a half glasses of ice water.
We talked about how crazy annoying the girl in the booth was behind us (seriously, you should have heard her)...we talked about nothing and everything...but most of all we enjoyed just being us.
No real distractions...just the two of us. On a school night. On a late night date. Being rebels.
You know what?
Even though I got to bed well after 11pm (which is decently late for this momma), it didn't matter.
We needed to be spontaneous. For us.
Our life is about to change majorly in 6-7 weeks, and during this time we'll enjoy just being two.