Date night disaster

This post was supposed to be how my night to plan a home date (our babysitter was out of town) was a beautiful picture of romance and creativity. Alas, it was not so. It all started around dinner time... I was cutting up cooked chicken for our meal and boiling noodles. I go to get all the ingredients out and one, that was there on monday, has since disappeared. I call Chris to see if he can pick up this needed ingredient on his way home and he confirms that it was he who threw the ingredient away. In his defense he was serving our family by cleaning out the fridge.I continue to do what I can with dinner and while putting the bread in the oven I hear "Sorry mom". Two heads are missing from the family room. And no this time it's not Trevor. Taylor left the bathroom door open, again, and Rylee was giving herself a bath with the toilet water. What's with my kids and the toilet? I do a quick damage control and go back to take the bread out. As I go to put the bread back in for a quick broil Taylor and Rylee lean on the gate and it falls down. Rylee makes a mad dash for the open oven. I turn to ask (yell at) Taylor to hold her back and my hot cookie sheet catches a plastic bag of Italian seasonings. Unfortunately I do not realize the plastic bag, that has already begun to melt, and I stick it in the oven. Plastic bag disintegrates, seasonings fall to the bottom of the oven and this horrible smell permeates the kitchen. Just in time for Chris to walk in. Side note, kids have taken over the house with their screaming (some are fun screams, other's are angry) at this point. So my plan to have a nice prepared dinner and the kids joyfully playing went south. Well things calm down a little until I notice Trevor is in the middle of my five nicely folded laundry piles. He has thrown them on the ground and is jumping on them like a pile of leaves. Pay attention to this next point. I pull a knife out to cut the bread... it really isn't wise to pull a knife out when your crying. Now I've never really been the most skilled with knives and tonight was no exception. I bring the serrated knife down to cut the bread and take a slice out of my thumb. Blood everywhere... really who would've thought a thumb could bleed so much? Chris takes over everything, calls my parents who come over and I go across the street to my neighbor who is an ER nurse, nice having one of those close, to get her opinion on if I need stitches. Thankfully she said, although it's deep it wasn't to wide and it should heal up on it's own. Fast forward a few hours... We put the kids down at 8:00 like normal but they decide they do not want to go to bed. Chris leads us in ignoring them and we proceed with our date night. Which included setting up a tent in our family room, part of my creative date night plan. Taylor comes out for a drink sees the tent and gets all excited. She goes back to her room, sings songs about the tent, and gets Rylee all worked up. I don't think they went to bed until 9:30. One last thing... I turn on the oven to bake the molten chocolate cakes I had made earlier forgetting about the seasonings. They start to burn all over again and we decide I should go to my parents to bake them so we can spare ourselves from the smell! To bring an end to the story... date night began around 9:20. And about 9:45 I get a horrible stomach ache, I think from the cakes, and the night had to come to an end.

So the point to my story is to say THANK YOU Janelle and Andrea for how you have sacrificed your tuesday nights so Chris and I can go OUT for date nights!! I have always been grateful for you guys but last night reminded me of just how thankful we are! My kids love you both and so do we.