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We went on a date last night. He asked if he could take me out and I was unsure how I felt at first, but then agreed. This might sound weird, but I love thrifting. Most of our kids' clothes and toys are second hand and I usually buy them from parent sales or second hand kids stores. I enjoy the hunt, saving money, and avoiding any excess consumerism that I can. Anyway, he took me to one of those pop up kids consignment sales. It was the presale night so he bought us tickets in advance and it was a bunch of moms in their Lululemon, sipping wine, scrambling for all the Mini Boden and Maissonette they could grab. DH was the only guy there and was taking it very seriously- diligently sifting through the racks our daughters' sizes and trying to piece together outfits and bringing them to me (sometimes with shoes) for my approval. Most were really bad, but I feigned excitement for his efforts. Our kids are going to look a little wonky this summer, but it was just the perfect combo of hilarious and sweet. It was something wildly outside of his comfort zone, but he clearly put a lot of thought into planning something up my alley that also takes a task off my plate.
Then we went to a cozy ramen restaurant and shared a big bowl. The whole night just felt like "us". I only had one fleeting thought about the affair when we saw bikes at the sale and DH expressed excitement that we can teach our oldest how to ride a two wheeler this summer and kick off family bike ride era and I thought "If we're still together". There was a minute of silence after he said that so I think he was realizing the same.
Le sigh. My emotions hurt.
I feel like I was with you until you said you shared a bowl of ramen. Nobody does that!