Date Afternoon Idea

Here's a fun twist on date night:

Pool "party" and movie in the middle of the day.

Let me explain.

Changing schedules have never been my thing. One may think I would be good at it since I was a military wife, but it still takes a week or so for me to adjust and figure out my new routine. When my husband began his summer job this year, he would leave the house in the early afternoon and return home past midnight, long after I was asleep. When I was working in the mornings or if he was working his second job, we would only briefly see each other in the mornings and that was it. This was so hard for me in the beginning because I was used to him being home much of the time during the school year. * So as our first Saturday that we were home in a long while, I decided to have a little date before he headed off to work this afternoon.

The heat index was projected to be between 105°-110°F today. At 10 AM when I returned home from my grocery errands, it was already nearing a cozy 90°F and the pool was calling! We dutifully applied sunscreen to our white bodies and walked out to the pool. We spent nearly 1.5 hours swimming and goofing off together. I would be lying if I didn't say it was the most fun I have had in a pool in many, many years. I felt like a kid again. When it was nearing lunch time, we headed back home and whipped up some lunch. We forgot how much spending time in a pool wears you out, but luckily we had a borrowed copy of Hercules (which we had been wanting to re-watch for 6 months) waiting to be played.

How fun it was to spend a few short hours with someone I care about. It's easy to forget about spending time when your typical Friday "date night" is occupied by work. So for once, I was creative and figured out a way to have fun in this crazy Kansas heat with a person I am crazy for.

I hope that this weekend, you can make some time to spend with those you cherish, whether it be a friend, sibling, child, or spouse. ❤

*I know this may be the norm for many and I commend them for their strength!*

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