I gotta say, I was walking on sunshine earlier. Yeah, like that song. Around lunchtime (after my morning of Midas Hell, but that’s another post) my wife said to me “I want a Date Nite tonite.”

For those of you who haven’t devolved into our particular brand of family life, a Date Nite means we actually get to go, well, out on a date. Without the kids. We drop them off at a sitter, go have a real dinner w/o sipper cups or anything resembling a ‘nugget,’ have a glass of wine, and (lowers voice to a whisper) we usually have sex. Loud, messy, mindbending, like-before-we-had-kids-or-before-we-were-even-married, sex. (sorry if that grosses you out)

So, you can see why I was excited, I can count on one hand how many times we’ve had sex (even boring old people sex) since 2003, so I was pretty much on Cloud Nine. This, of course, meant that it was never going to happen.

We leave the house easily enough, and the car starts. The kids were fine with going to a sitter (sometimes they object, but they had enough of mom and dad by this point). Then the brakes made the most awful sound I’ve ever heard this side of a train wreck. Midas (who abused my car for three hours this morning) was open for thirty more minutes so we beelined it there. I was afraid the wheel was going to fall off.

Over an hour later, we leave with them admonishing us to take the car straight home and bring it back on Monday when some kind of magic part would be delivered “no charge.” “It’s not safe to drive, especially with kids inside.” My middle child is asleep, the youngest is cranky and ready for bed, my wife is stressed from juggling kids at the Midas showroom, Dad (me) is pissed that Midas didn’t do the fucking job right the first time. So we adjourn home.

We killed off a bunch of goldfish. I went to Potato Shack and brought back potatoes. I took the kids to the video store. They’re in there watching Cody Banks 2 right now. The baby is asleep. I’m pretty sure my wife is asleep after reading a book and watching Trading Spaces.

And I’m drinking Tecate and making blog entries and comments on other’s blogs at 10:15 on a Saturday night.

So Happy Date Nite, y’all. Hope yours was better. And I don’t wanna hear about it Yvonne. I’m still jealous.