I used to have a Friday night date until the last little monkey-on-crack was born. Then my mom went on strike and refused to babysit (I can't really blame her, if I could I'd probably strike too). Having parents and in-laws in town has had very few benefits for us. The last time we could con anyone into watching the kids was Thanksgiving (And this includes 2 sets of grandparents, 4 aunts in their 20s, and 2 uncles). (My kids aren't really that evyl, but the youngest screams unceasingly [no exaggeration] while I'm gone).
So Friday night is family night. We usually go out somewhere more kid friendly than gormet, and watch Friday Nicktoons. I never can seem to catch up on sleep, so we all pack it in pretty early. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOring!