Date night: Myth, fantasy or raincheck?

Big Daddy and I have been on the road to recovery.
After so much stress, uncertainty and plain exhaustion, we found ourselves at a crossroads.
One left turn and we were on our way of being a statistic.
One right turn and we were on our way, back.
Not to what we used to be.
Those people don't exist anymore.
Not to what we dream to be.
We aren't those people yet. But to the present.
A mother who is too hard on herself and a woman who is trying to be the Best she can be. Physically, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually.
A father who always puts his children first and a man who is trying to be the Best he can be. Parents to wonderful twin boys who are always on the go. I mean always on the go.
Taking a deep breath and holding on tight to each other, we decided to take the right turn. First stop? Le therapist.
Second stop? Le date night.
Date nights are suppose to rekindle lost passion, re-establish the love connection between two spouses and let's face it...Bring sexy back.
How exactly are two over-tired-stressed-out-worried-anxious-frustrated-overwhelmed parents who still don't get regular sleep suppose to get it back?
Le therapist says fake it.
The energy and enthusiasm that is.
Then it's just like riding a bicycle...You get back on it.
Yet after years of what feels like endless threading in icy waters, the last thing I can do is fake anything.
So for now date nights are myths to me.
A fantasy I hope to fulfill.
And a raincheck...
Hope what they say is true... When it rains...It storms.
Namaste xox