On Saturday, Jason bought (and installed) more memory on my macbook. When he called from the store, I told him I didn't want it. That I didn't need it. And yet.. there he was on Saturday installing it anyway. It was on sale, he told me. Ya, and I guess the memory he bought for himself was too.
On Saturday he also brought home a Stainless Steel Cold Cup from Starbucks for me. Someone's been reading my blog, huh?, I said to him.
And then there was Sunday. The actual day of "celebration." The day started off with a bang for me around 8am when I got up to feed Noah and went to quickly feed Lily's fish before I left the kitchen- but one little goldfish hadn't made it through the night. Poor thing. (We debated whether or not to tell her. In the end, we did. And.. she didn't seem bothered by it.)
"Good morning fish (I said to Lily's goldfish as I went to feed them.) Oh. Dead fish. Oh."
I went out by myself. And Jason asked if I'd bring him home coffee. Shouldn't you be bringing me coffee, I asked him. He pointed out that he didn't even have pants on yet. Of course.
"Jason asked if I expected breakfast this morning. No I said, I'm not new here."
When I came home about 45 minutes later.. the outing preparation began. And took about 3 hours. Because for the first time, Jason decided to come along for the only tradition we still have for Mother's Day (or any other holiday for that matter). We go to the park. I sit on a bench in front of the water. With Lily on my lap. We wear sunglasses. And I take some pictures of us with my camera phone. Then we get back in the car and go home.
But I guess this year, since my children outnumber me, Jason got involved. And he took our picture. Pictures. Way too many pictures. Then I took theirs. And almost fell in the water. Later, I said I wished I had. Because then we would have gone home. Instead of going to Target.
Normally, going to Target would have been great- but I actually didn't need or want anything. There wasn't anything good on sale. I didn't have coupons. There wasn't anything I wanted to look at, scout out, or buy. For myself or any one else. That should have been like 12 red flags right there. Because I don't think that's ever happened before.
Not 10 minutes into our Target trip.. Jason pointed her out. She who, five Mays ago, set my apartment on fire. While I was at work. Not out of purposity (which I guess isn't a word)- just stupidity. And I get to remember that forever- not daily, just like.. when I see her on Mother's Day.. at Target.. 5 years after the fact. And I will be fine with it never happening again. Ever.
After that hilarity, we went to Barnes & Noble to buy a copy of the most recent magazine (cover) controversy.. Time's "Are you mom enough?" They didn't have it. I showed Jason the pictures online when we got home. He pretended he was horrified. Or maybe he really was.. I don't know.
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