Today I would like to tell you a story about a lovely little date that I went on recently. A date with my gorgeous, hairy and very tall husband.

Yep, you heard me. A date.

That’s right!!! For one magical day, Mummy and Daddy got to actually leave the house without our mini human in tow, and not only that, but WE GOT TO GO ON A REAL GROWN UP PERSONS DATE WITH CHEESE AND WINE AND GROWN UP GROWN-UPPY-NESS, AND CLOTHES THAT WERE GUARANTEED TO STILL BE CLEAN AT THE END OF THE MEAL!

Yes, Yes, Yes, I know, that kind of magical date sounds like a myth or like a dream you once had but will never have again after you have kids, but let me assure you that it was real. I know because I went on it. And it was glorious. Well, sort of.

Now, those of you who know us well would know that my husband and I do like to get out and about whenever we can with our little man in tow. BUT even though we are always out rushing here and there, we only rarely get to go out and just relax on our very own just as a twosome.

You know, without the kidlet.

And whilst that’s fine (because we love him and he hilariously gives us so many lols), sometimes we find ourselves a bit desperate to have some one on one time with each other (and not at all in a creepy way, but in an oh-my-god-lets-feel-like-adult-humans-again kind of way).

And if that could actually happen with some kind of alcohol involved and maybe even (gasp as if) where someone would feed us food?? Well then, that would just be #winningatlife.

OK.

So this date has almost been a year in the making. I am not even kidding.

Because almost twelve months ago, we celebrated our little son’s first birthday and christening (read about it here). And on this very special occasion, some of our beautiful guests decided that our son already had everything he needed (amen sisters), and that he wouldn’t remember anything anyway (he IS like a goldfish, like his mumma). So instead of giving our son a present that he would lick once or twice before forgetting it existed, they instead sent along a present for us – his exhausted what-are-our-names-again-we-cant-even-remember parents.

Even now I want to go and kiss them for their kindness.

But every time we went to try and use it, something came up. We found ourselves with new plans we couldn’t get out of, or someone got sick, or the babysitters (aka the legendary grandparents) were away.

Until last weekend.

Because last weekend we noticed that we only had one month left to use this voucher for a day of freedom before it expired. And holy moly we could NOT LET THAT HAPPEN!

So we enlisted the help of the aforementioned legendary grandparents, told them to cancel every plan they have ever made, and we organised ourselves a hot lunch date.

And the day of our date finally arrived. **insert excited hand flapping here**

We hand-balled the baby off to the grandparents much earlier than necessary (because this mumma refused to leave the house with a mum bun and bags under her eyes), and then set out in the car to Lygon Street, where the restaurant we were to use our voucher at – Milk The Cow – was located.

We arrived at the restaurant and I flashed my faded gift vouchers at the waiter like the Queen of Cheese that I was about to become. One of those vouchers was for something ridiculously amazing called a wine and cheese flight. The other voucher was for a completely stupid amount of cheese. Thank god I love cheese. I would bathe in it if it didn’t make me sound like such a creep.

So I sat in the sunshine next to my gorgeous husband whilst we waited for our mountain of cheese to come out and get all up in our faces. And whilst we waited, we watched the crazy homeless people of Carlton walk on buy and shout at the cars and the trees. All very romantic, huh.

And then I did something silly. I ordered a cocktail…or what I prefer to call “the-thing-that-almost-ended-our-date”. Now, I am not going to lie to you, but I actually chose the cocktail because it came with a piece of cheese. Crazy right?

I mean, milk and cheese, who would have thunk it?

Half way through drinking this harbinger-of-doom “cocktail” our wine and cheese flight arrived with a flourish. I looked at the wine and cheese, tried to focus on what the waiter was saying about what came from where, and I felt a hot flush. And then (or so my husband tells me) I started to get a little bit…um…well…silly. I started telling the most intensely hilarious jokes and giggling at myself like a 5-year-old schoolgirl. I thought I was pretty funny.

But I started to have my doubts about whether I could sit in my seat without passing out for much longer, and I was only 2 cheese and wines in.

**Insert my husbands long-suffering eye-roll here**

I mean, it was lunchtime for goodness sake. I am 35 freaking years old, and you would think that by this time of my life that I would know how to hold a drink. But I discovered that day, that I could not. Not at all.

I thought I was the only blind one on this date. But judging from this pic, my husband was too… © mummalifelovebaby

I decided to try really hard and pretend that I was a grown up and sober human. I am pretty sure that I over enunciated my words, giggled more than was warranted, and ordered a hell of a lot more cheese for us to stuff ourselves (or more to the point, to sober up) with any human should fit in their belly.

It was great. It was amazing. The food was to die for, and we ate so much that we both resemble a wheel of camembert. And it was all worth it.

Here is a bunch of other goodies that we ordered to try and sober up a bit. You can see the cocktail of doom in the back…unfinished. It kept staring at me the whole time. Image © mummalifelovebaby

We had grown up (and half drunk) unhurried conversations about our child and our lives and our future, and we laughed like we were on our first date again. Well, mainly my husband laughed at me whilst I tried to keep my eyes open.

And although we love being a threesome, it was brilliant spending time as just the two of us.

And I hope we get to do it again once I learn how to hold my alcohol…

Do you ever get the time to go on a baby free date? Otherwise how do you find the time to reconnect with your partner? Leave me a comment below as I would love to hear from you xxx

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