I'm going on a date tonight. An actual, real live date. With Matt, of course (although it was a funny joke for a second to make him think I was actually going on a date with someone else). We haven't been out alone together in, um, hmmmm. . . I don't really know. I think it was last spring. If you don't count therapy appointments, that is. If memory serves, it was last spring for a partner yoga class. Darling? Can you confirm or deny that? Anyways, I guess that's what happens when your relationship falls apart and then you have a baby who isn't terribly thrilled about anyone but her mother or occasionally if she's in the right mood, her father. We're going to the bar. Down the street. A dirty, dark, luckily not smokey bar to celebrate a belated Valentine's Day. How romantic are we? We'll see if one short date to the bar down the street will be enough to reignite any semblance of romance in our relationship.
This morning the girls and I took a long walk to the grocery store. I think it's about 11 blocks each way. I have always thought that was a really long ways, this is only the second time I have ever walked it, but honestly it wasn't too bad. It made me feel like we could actually get out and do something when we don't have the car. Maybe if we start making the trek more often I'll hopefully, possibly, start losing some of this baby weight?