It seems like most of our married life with kids, my husband, Chad, and I reenacted episodes of Prison Break every time we wanted to go on a date. Sometimes wed wait until our girls were asleep before we left them with the babysitter and scaled the walls, praying that a klieg light of a toddler wail didnt catch us mid-tiptoe. Whenever we accomplished this, the freedom intoxicated us to a point where wed be laughing our guts out as we screamed down Beverly Glen in the getaway Acura.
Our married dating life was finessed in the most unfriendly circumstances. Take our remodel: Four years ago, we survived what few couples have lived to tell. The remodel was so extensive we had to move out for a year. Picture a 1,200-square-foot, two-bedroom rental with one bathroom, two kids and two dogs. Ahem. Our stolen moments of romance were garnered by shopping for materialsor, as someone at our hardware store called them, house jewelry.
You know youve found the one person in the world for you when you agree on almost everything in the decorating process. It was a complete joy to find that after scanning rows of granite slabs, our eyes stopped on the same one. Kinda like Lady and the Tramp, when their lips meet midway into a spaghetti noodle. I also got to see Chad turn into Prince Valiant as he smote the contractor who tried to tile over a roof that hadnt had the tar paper properly heated and sealednot once, not twice but three times! The experience left Chad with some graying at the temples. He thinks its awful, but I find it dashing.
Its also a bit of an equalizer, seeing as Chad is 12 years younger than me. This I discovered when we had just started dating. Soaking in a hot tub at Wheeler Hot Springs in Ojai, he casually mentioned turning 26. I was stunned: You mean you were 25, and now youre 26?! He looked at me like I should have known. I was 37, and this bomb he had dropped made me feel like Norma Desmond.
But theres nothing quite like overcoming obstacles to romance. Its hot, to quote Paris Whatshername. Thats why we were caught unawares when we found ourselves alone for two months, after our kids dropkicked us for an awe-inspiring summer camp in Connecticut.
This is Los Angeles, for crying out loud. Nobody goes to camp for that long! I know, theyre confident kidsweve done our job. Piddle. We were flummoxed. We shambled out of our respective offices and noticed the guards had left the cell doors open and taken off. We didnt know whether to jump for joy or hang ourselves like James Whitmore in The Shawshank Redemption. Could we really make it on the outside?
The camp cost a bundle, so traveling was out. But we dont need no stinkin vacation. We decided on a staycation. For the first few days, we did things like dance in our underpants. We sang a song
our friends Rod and Lindsay made up, to the tune of Land of a Thousand Dances.
Drop everything and go to the movies without making 16,000 arrangements for the kids/ Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-naaaaa.
Leave your copy of Latex Fetish Fashion lying around and not worry about it/ Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-naaaaa.
Of course Im kidding about the magazineits Juggs. And actually the whole adapted song thing was like a flashback to my days on Saturday Night Live.
Then the reality set in, and we began to miss them
terribly. Wed be sitting in the living room holding hands. The house would be so quietjust the dogs looking up at us, panting, along with the sound of clocks ticking. Like a Harold Pinter play without the comedy.
Then something unexpected happened. We rediscovered our friendship, and we confessed all of our dirty secrets. We felt so un-American about not taking this alone time to go hang-gliding or take dance lessons or something else edgy and, well, active. But as Dungeons & Dragons as it sounds, we both loved
to watch TV. We wanted to chillax.
What defined excitement for us now? Was it a hotel room with pay-per-view porn? We have that at home
at least, uh, I think I saw some titles as I was channel surfing. We were always too worried about the sound, and theres no lock on our door, so the idea of the kids walking in on us was a tableau neither of us wanted to contemplate.
We had complete privacy. So, every once in a while, we could watch Slutty MILFs with impunity. But mostly, it was Law & Order, Mad Men, Emmy submissions I got during the year I never got around to viewing and our favorite (because Real Time with Bill Maher was on hiatus), Countdown with Keith Olbermann. We got to see these shows with no interruptions. (Thats my skirt, and you walked in my room and took it...Mommmmmmm!) We got to discover new things, pick up new private jokes.
On the couch, holding hands. A date. Me and Chad. We answered to no one except the dogs
Oh, Christ, the dogs!
Dating My Husband: Footloose and Family Free
When the kids are away, the parents will play
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