In contunuing my “why do I hate weekends” thought from earlier in the day. I stopped on my way home and ran an errand I usually would have saved for a Saturday. I went home and insisted, to my poor husband who worked 10 hours on the roof of a building, that I wanted to do something.
So, we went to dinner. Just to Rubios. We live near UC Riverside, so we went to this great college-type area with a bunch of restaurants, and coffee shops and such. We sat outside and listened to some crazy kid yell at his parents. & then we spent the rest of our time together talking about them.
After dinner… wait, let me take a moment to explain that my husband doesn’t chew his food. He swallows it all whole. I swear he competes with himself to see how quickly he can eat everything on his plate in a single breath. Then I get to sit there and eat like a normal person while he day dreams and people watches.
Back to the point, so after dinner I start walking towards the movie theater thinking I can convince him to see something. He explains his “I have to work tomorrow story”, which I saw coming 5 miles away. Okay, so we keep walking. Kind of holding hands, kind of talking. Mostly people watching and looking in the windows of the empty buildings. Then his cell phone rings. Ok… that call leads to 4 other calls and a 20 minute discussion on if he should call this person, blah, blah, blah.
As we continue walking, we see some lady with ice cream, and I think, “Here’s my chance!” Its just ice cream, that has nothing to do with staying up late. We can sit and have ice cream together and be all cute, and people watch together. Too bad thats what I thought. There was a line in the ice cream place and the girl behind the counter was taking a cake order. There goes that idea. At least I got him in the door. To get him to wait in line with me would have taken Jesus himself.
So we go home. We flip through some channels and he goes to bed, while I get online to figure out whats wrong with me.
Maybe I don’t know the difference between marriage and dating.
Maybe this is what marriage is.
desiree said
Trust me ….that is marriage for you…wait till you have kids
its almost impossible to just sit and people watch.you youself become the center of attention when your own child screams at you.what you use to do dosent really matter anymore, no matter how hard you try to find it. It all becomes routine, and you realize wow this is what ive been waiting for.