Date Night

Last night was date night. Whoo-hoo! Let the good times roll.

I am so grateful to Easter Seals because the wonderful therapists and volunteers over there who put on a once a month "Parents Night Out" event. This event is specifically designed for parents of special needs children who, after parenting at the 'above-and-beyond' level needed for atypical children, are in dire need of some respite.

And, respite it is.

We feel safe leaving our kiddos because everyone at PNO has had a criminal background check, and most are the people and therapists who work with our special needs kiddos on a daily basis. In short, they know how to care for 'high needs' children, and we, as parents, can breathe a sigh of relief because should our children 'wig-out' or 'melt-down' the PNO staff can handle it.

So, with the weight off of our shoulders for the evening, we headed out for some much needed R & R.

Being 'single' is a strange sensation. At first, we feel disoriented, and uncertain of what to do ('You mean, I don't have anyone to strap into their car seat? I can, once again, get in and out of my car by unbuckling my seat belt and shutting the door before walking away, with nothing else to worry about? Bizarre...). Once this sensation of being 'lost' wears off, a certain giddiness sets in: We can do whatever we want, for 3.5 whole hours!! Now what?

We started out our evening by visiting various Tattoo establishments here, in our fair hamlet. The variety of shops and varying levels of how hygienic those shops are, always amazes me.

B.J. and I both have one (me) or more (B.J.) Tattoos. I, personally, love them. They require utter devotion to the art and a 100% commitment on the part of the tattoo-er and the tattoo-ee. Currently, I'm in the market for a few (yes, plural) 'tats'.

The tattoo I have now is of the "Scabious Fairy"; originally drawn in 1923, by the botanical artist Cicely Mary Barker. I was 'inked' with my little fairy when I was 18. I still love her. She, to me, has become my personal icon of The Peanut. I intend to have her name written below the fairy on my back. And, since I have two kiddos, I can't possibly have one tattoo of one of my children without a corresponding tattoo for the other (Chub-chub). Hence, I'm going to have another Flower Fairy, a boy riding on a dragonfly, tattooed on me to be my personal icon of the Chubber, complete with his name below it. Fair is fair. This is just the first tattoo I want to add to my living canvas.

The next 'series' of tattoos I want to get is for more aesthetic reasons. In a nutshell, I had some moles removed from my back (they required 5 and 8 stitches to close the wounds, respectively). They left some BIG ugly scars (looks like I was attacked with a hole punch) that became keloid. They're just ugly, and I'm very self conscious about them .

My choices to 'fix' my scars are: 1. go to the plastic surgeon, shell out beacoup bucks, still wind up with scars (albeit, if all goes well, much smaller and less freaky looking), 2. go and get a cover-up tattoo (yet another 'scar' if you will, but of the artistic variety). The tattoos won't be cheap, either, but they'll hide the scars and I like tattoos--a lot.

We found a few ideas on our 'rounds' however I believe that I have not, to date, found a tattoo artist I would trust to permanently mark me in my home town. I will go back to the original artist who did my Tattoo and the one who did a part of B.J.'s tattoo (cool story--I was the one who sketched the art to go around an Orca on his back, and he liked it enough he had it tattooed around the orca...amazing what happens when you're doodling on a cocktail napkin!).

That 'chore' out of the way, B.J. and I enjoyed a relaxing evening of cruising around, sharing a piece of pie at Marie Callendar's, and perusing books--in PEACE!--at Borders. Things that we once did and totally took for granted, before we had kids.

PNO gave us a much need recharge, and we had the chance to reconnect, as husband and wife. What a great date night. We're looking forward to the October 12 PNO.

Thanks to all the folks at Easter Seals, for making it all possible. You folks are a blessing--more than you probably even know.