Anonymous wrote:Make sure she's getting out of the house away from the kids. Try to schedule one night a week when you're sure to get home on time and you cover all the home duties so she can go out. Strongly encourage her to go out. It doesn't matter what, dinner with friends, a book club, a class, evening yoga, heading to Barnes and noble alone to sit and read magazines, whatever she wants.
Then the next time you (yes, it must be you) plan a date night, tell her when you're sharing your plans that it's a stress free getaway night. You won't be talking about work and she won't talk about the kids (her work). Tell her when she will be able to share about her day. For instance, tell her you want to hear all about it before you leave but not when you're actually on the date, or you two can share it all the next day. I wouldn't offer after the date as an option because you don't want to kill the mood if you get a sexy vibe going. Give her advance warning so she can process that. Be sure to stress that it's to help you two escape, and it's not that you're uninterested.
Be prepared with things to talk about. She might be feeling really isolated. She might not have anything else to talk about. If she does go out on her own, be prepared to hear a play by play of every single thing everyone she sees wears, says and does. Try to be interested. It might still not be interesting conversation, but she's probably out of practice.
God I wish my DH would do this.
I'm a SAHM and in the trenches with two kids, one of which is 2. Daily life sucks...his hours are long, my days are boring, current events is too stress-inducing. I have a creative hobby that keeps me on the right side of sanity...but it's not really something I talk about with DH. I also struggle with anxiety and depression which adds a layer of complexity to the whole mess.
Anyway...we had family in town for the TG holidays so got a couple date nights in and I'm almost amazed how much I like my DH when it's just the two of us and get to hang out without the pressures of kids and stuff.
I'd love more date nights, but figuring out all the logistics (and ridiculous costs of babysitters in this damn city) to make it happen stress me out so we don't.
Sucks, but so it goes.