A Post Where I Talk About About My Saturday And Date Night

I love Saturdays.

Yesterday morning, I headed out first thing in the morning with Sam and Julie to get their hair cut. Julie loves having her hair done. She loves having it washed, the blow dry and all the conversation in between. Sam on the other hand, hates everything about getting his hair cut. He sports that shaggy skater hair look, and while I’m not a fan if it, I can appreciate that he likes it and that matters. He had been dreading going all week.

Julie just needed a trim, really. She went a bit shorter than usual but it’s perfect. I found myself (along with my scraggly embarrassing nasty hair) quite jealous of her cut and her gorgeous natural highlights. I could spend a fortune and still not achieve that gorgeous colour. She talked Mary’s ears off.

When it was Sam’s turn, he just sat there all gloom and doom, saying absolutely nothing. He’d never been to see her before and he wasn’t holding out much hope. When his cut was done, the other stylist announced that he looked just like Justin Bieber. That elicited the first smile I’d seen all morning.

Mary commented, as people often do, how chatty one child is and how quiet the other is. I said that’s tangible proof that the Lord has mercy...he gave me the one to balance out the other. (And I won't say who balances out who!)

We were in and out in under an hour. Just the way I like it!

We came home for lunch and I walked Willow along the ravine. It was a brisk walk so I counted it as my cardio for the day. It felt absolutely spring-like yesterday and I just soaked up our time in the ravine. It’s so quiet and peaceful back there.

Next stop... the mall! I was so excited to look at sewing machines to find the perfect one for me. But you know what? They all look the SAME! I thought I’d settled on one, but when I did a consumer review, 16 out of 19 reviews were negative. Back to the drawing board.

Then it was time for DATE NIGHT!

My mom and sister graciously offered to watch the children for us and we accepted. We left the house to pick up a pizza only to discover that my credit card was left at the house, so back we went. We picked up the pizza and dropped off the children and all of their gear and the pizza just after 5pm. We headed to The Keg for dinner but there was a 45-50 minute wait for a table.

!!!

So, we decided to see a movie first and have dinner afterwards. Sweet. We intended to see Avatar but it was sold out, so we decided to see Legion. I knew nothing about this movie and even though Ian warned me what it was about, I still kept thinking it was the one with Denzel Washington (The Book of Eli...I have listening issues, apparently).

About fifteen minutes into the movie I began wishing I listened to Ian’s warnings. Graphic and disturbing are two words that best describe this movie. But would you like to know what was even more disturbing than that?

The couple that brought their three children! Children!! I would guess they ranged from 1-6 years old. I was shocked.

There was a point in the movie where I was so upset by the content that I was shaking all over, and the thoughts of those poor children soaking up those images made me cry. Ian kept asking me if I wanted to leave and I said no.

When the movie was over I felt compelled to say something to the parents. Part of me wanted to just leave it alone, but then I looked at the children’s faces and I couldn’t shut my mouth.

I excused myself and the parents looked up, smiling. I said, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask, what would possess you to bring your children to a movie like this?” The father threw up his hands, still smiling, and said “No babysitter!” The mother was clearly angry and turned away from me covering her mouth.

Big Mouth (which is always me in these kinds of stories) then said, “Then you stay home! Honestly! I’m 39 years old and I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight, and you would stay for this entire movie and let your children see those images? What were you thinking?”

I was shaking all over, I was so angry. Then I put my hand up and said “You know what? I’m not going to say anything else. I’ll be praying for your children tonight because this is absolutely shameful. I hope you enjoyed your movie at your children’s expense. You should be ashamed of yourselves.“They both started to say something and I put my hand up again and said “Shame on you...really, shame on the both of you.”

We left at that point and I cried and shook all the way to the car. I was so angry and so sad for those children. I thought I was going to throw up on the way to the car and I couldn’t feel my legs because they were shaking so much. Ian held me while I cried, then I tried to let it go. So sad.

We headed back towards The Keg and after a 40 minute wait we were seated at a lovely corner table. I love The Keg’s prime rib and I’ve been thinking about it constantly. But when we ordered it, we were told they were out.

Out!?

I told our waiter – who for the record was very charming and had a good sense of humour – that The Keg being out of prime rib was like McDonald’s running out of fries. Just sayin'.

He went through the specials and when he said “shrimp and lobster” I heard him say “shrimp and ostrich”.

Being that I tend to speak somewhat louder when I am shocked, I practically screeched “OSTRICH!?”

My bad. He did indeed say lobster.

So we ordered steaks and baked potatoes and they were delicious. We had a great spiritual conversation and a lot of laughs.

We picked up our sleepy children at 11pm and went home.

All in all, a pretty great date.