A tightly packed day was to end with a much anticipated date with my husband...
Sleep in, shower,
clean messy house,
grocery shop, eat, play date,
pick up, drop off,
swimming lessons, more dropping off,
fill the empty gas tank
and finally thanks to Philly traffic I was running behind to meet my husband at the stadium.
As I pull up to the already started game, I call Mike who informs me that he too is running late (on his bike) and a bit lost. After giving me coordinates I was off to rescue my fare prince. By the time I found him, there was a 1/2 hour left in the game so we opted to take the loss and not go just to see the final play.
Color coordinately dressed (for our winning team) and a bit bummed, we headed home.
It was the drive home in the dark, the touch of a hand and a stolen kiss at a traffic light that made the could of been a failed date night a big hit.
I'm happy to be us and more than happy to share the "failed" moments together!