One in a Million

Let me preface this story by saying that all I want for Christmas is a steady date night! I beg for this on a weekly basis since the day we got married. (You hear jokes about how women get married and then hold out on their husbands and have "headaches" and yadda yadda and never "give IT up", but men get married and all of sudden you're more likely to find the lost city of Alantis than have planned date. (except you Jayna, we're all jealous!) Anyway, Thursday my sweet hubby called and asked to me get home from work a little early on Friday. I immediately started to think he had planned a date! But, because I've been led to this conclusion on multiple other occasions just to be left home making dinner, I didn't want to get my hopes up. Friday night rolled around and, at last, my ever so distant dream came true! A planned date night! I don't even care how simplistic in nature it was, it was a DATE! A date, a true date! As the babysitter/Michael's little sister/Caitlin arrived I was taking Kamren's temperature. He had his one-year check earlier that date and when I picked him up from Roseanna's/Daycare he felt warm. 101.9.....hmm..... am I bad mother if I still went on the date? Because, I did.... I gave Kamren some Tylenol and asked Caitlin to take his temperature again in an hour and call me (thank heaven for cell phones! how did the world ever survive before them?). Michael and I went to dinner, waited a half an hour to even be seated, ordered our food and then I called Caitlin. Kamren's temp was 103.2..... I called the Dr. and Michael and I spent the rest of the evening with him. Long story short, I'll now have to wait 3 more years for a date and who knows what will happen then. I could cry. I really do feel bad for Michael though too. He actually found the babysitter himself, planned the timing of everything to make it back in time to put Kamren to bed, etc. And, all for not...