Last week Friday was a day most couples look forward to. No, not National Ferris Wheel Day though Ferris wheels deserve some love too 🎡, but Valentine’s Day.

My husband and I don’t really do much for this day. But this year, we had an opportunity to go to a Valentine’s Day couples event, which is something I would have never considered a year ago. Not because I’m not into that sort of thing, but because it meant leaving our daughter AT NIGHT. That is something I am never keen on doing because I have basically never been away from her for an entire night in almost 2 years. 😟

Read my V-day post last year where I tell a little about our love story!

Save the Dating

Surprisingly, my husband misses our dates more than I do. Pre-parent life was us rendezvousing as often as we’d like.

Okay, I make it sound more exciting than it really was, we stayed in many nights and watched Netflix. But the point is, we could go out whenever we wanted or spend that quality time guilt-free.

I tried to incorporate a few daytime dates but he was really longing to go out at night. I guess maybe he felt more like an adult then. Lol. So yes, I decided that we would finally have a proper night time date on Valentine’s Day. We would dress up, leave our daughter with her aunt, go out, have a good time and then who knows how the night would end?

Sounded simple enough…theoretically.

The Plot Thickens

That afternoon, I got home from work fairly early. 5:30 pm. Lots of time to get ready to leave. The event would start at 8:00 pm and it was about 35-45 minutes away from our house so the intention was to leave home at 7:15 pm.

Contrary to the state of my house and my life at the moment, I actually like to be organised. I like planning things out and reaching early for things. Really I do.

But somehow, those things don’t seem to be in the cards for moms. I am not saying it’s impossible but it is somewhat of a challenge.

And this challenge kicked in for me at say around 6:50 pm, just 25 minutes before I planned for us to leave.

It was then I realised that I had forgotten two important pieces of date-night grooming.

Wax On, Wax Off

In my flurry to get home as early as possible, I had forgotten to get my underarms waxed. This would not have been a problem had my outfit had sleeves. It was too late to do anything about it. I hate shaving my underarms so it is never an option for me. I was just hoping that in the romantic lighting, no one would notice or maybe they would think I was making a feminist statement.

Toes from Mordor

My toes needed help. It had been a while since my last pedicure. When I say awhile, the chipped nail polish I had on was actually covering the remainder of chipped nail polish I had on from the last pedicure. 😣

So I decided to try my best to remove the nail polish with a plan to maybe paint them on the drive down. Of course this never happened. To make matters worse, one of the activities at the event was a couples massage where my husband had to massage my feet. He already vowed to love me for better or for worse feet, but I wondered if the other people noticed that my toes looked like miniature versions of Gollum.

Party Pooper

Dismissing those two grooming misses, I came out of the bedroom only to be greeted by this sight:

Now, my daughter usually has some of her toys on the floor but for some reason on this night, she decided to throw ALL of them on the floor and also drag her basket of dirty clothes in the mix. I took this pic at 6:58pm. 😕

Oh, I had also forgotten to mention that around 5:45pm, my darling husband was sitting on the couch and started FALLING ASLEEP. So of course, at 7:00 pm he was now taking a shower. His whole “bags of time” philosophy will probably be discussed in a separate post with things he does to annoy me. Especially given the fact that he takes just 10 minutes to get ready but like an HOUR to start. I digress.

At 7:08 pm, I realise that my daughter has another surprise up her sleeve…or more so, her diaper. I am already dressed so my husband has to do the honours as he just got out the shower.

I Plead Mom-Guilty!

Finally, we are dressed and I am taking her and her things next door by her aunt. She usually loves being with her aunt and cousin and pays no mind to me. But tonight she actually didn’t want me leave. The guilt I had been trying to suppress all day suddenly rushed all over me. My sister reassures me but I leave them in tears. My husband even asked me if I wanted to cancel.

Sigh. How could I? We had done all of this, made all these plans.

Click here to find out about 10 things to NOT do as a new mom!

But I felt anxious and sad. We would be coming back home after midnight so most likely, she would be asleep and would have to stay over. My first night without her….

The drive there is tense. I ask my husband if he is excited and he says no, because he knows that I am on edge. 😐

Semi-success

Miraculously though, we get there and actually have an enjoyable night. Yep, even with my Gollum toes exposed at one point. I missed my baby girl but knew ultimately, it was something I had to do. I am still struggling with mom guilt but it gets a bit easier as she gets older. Date nights are also very important in a relationship so we have to make the effort.

As luck would have it (unfortunately not for my husband and me that night. Lol), my daughter woke up just before we got home so we were able to bring her home. She went straight back to sleep as I cuddled her.

So for Valentine’s Day this year, I got the best of both worlds as a wife and a mom. But it really looked like a hot mess for a second. Hopefully, we have a better, more put-together story next year.

Lol, I keed, I keed. Knowing us, there will probably be some adventure that we really were NOT expecting. Stay tuned…

Thanks for reading! Don’t forget to subscribe if you would like more posts from the Mind of Yash that would motivate you or make you laugh!