I was tempted to post these thoughts over at the homeschool message board that I occasionally scan through. But there's a rule about not "husband-bashing" there. And I don't know if this could be misconstrued as that. Or develop into it in a regular thread. I hope not, but am trying it out here just to be safe.
Now there does NOT seem to be a rule on this board against searching for personal information on a poster with whom you do not agree and to whom you have lobbed various unkind names and then posting tidbits of that info on the board in a bogus attempt at an "internet safety lesson." But I'm letting go of that. Really.
Ok, Val, so get on with it then! We're all clear on your feelings for the Urban Dad. Plus other things.
Urban Dad's 50th birthday is next week. Poor thing, it's the day after my PRK is scheduled, so we'll have to celebrate not-quite-on-his-day. That's the down side. Now the UP side is that the MIL -- who has opted to not come into town afterall -- has offered to send us to dinner anywhere in Chicago that we want as his present.
Oooooo, the possibilities!
As we pondered our options, we were reminded of one particularly beyond-swanky-and-straight-to-pretentious place where dinner takes SIX HOURS. And the Urban Dad cavalierly asked, "Could we even talk over dinner for six hours????"
Now I agreed that it was silly, of course. Heck, I get a serious case of car-butt when doing the 5-6 hour drive to St. Louis to visit my fam. And at $12/hour for a babysitter... But why let him off the hook so easily?
I responded with harmonious things like: "But our first date was 12 hours." And "are we already out of things to talk about?"
But it has me wondering now. Could you make dinner conversation with your spouse for six straight hours? Keep in mind, we're not talking Chinese takeout while getting the taxes done. And no Monopoly or Scrabble or even a deck of cards to play War. No sunset to watch. No quickie in the coat-room. And assume that everyone around you is also in the haul for six hours, too -- so people-watching could be limited.
Just you. And him.
Could you do it?
(By the way, we're kicking around here for dinner.)