We rarely leave our boys with a sitter. We either take them along or stay at home, but last Saturday Bruce and I decided we wanted to go out alone. Levi, age 12 and Luke, age 7 don't always get along (they fight verbally and physically to the point of driving me insane). I don't leave them home without supervision.
I called my brother John and SIL Marlys to see if they would watch the hooligans for us. They didn't answer any of their phones. Obviously they have caller ID and a good idea that we might be looking for a place to dump our kids.
We were all dressed up (I had even plucked the two long hairs that grow out of my chin mole) so we decided we'd try to leave them alone. We ordered huge amounts of pizza and chicken to be delivered, hoping they would gorge themselves and be so loaded up with carbs that they wouldn't have enough energy left to maim one another.
Bruce and I went out for steaks. We were surrounded by families with kids. Kids that were screaming, kids dripping blue ice cream on themselves and smearing it on their unsuspecting mothers back. We loved every minute of it. We smiled at the crying and fighting children and were so thankful that they weren't ours.
When we got home all was calm. Luke was sleeping in bed and Levi was calmly watching TV. I think Bruce and I might start having regular date nights.