date night and dark hair

I dyed my hair dark(er) last week. Not a soul noticed, not even my husband.

It's not that we haven't been getting along, but it seems like we've gotten into an everyday rut. The kind where you spend weeks asking "How was your day today" and even though your conversation varies, it seems like it's always the same. That's how we've been lately.

Last Friday (the night I dyed my hair) we went on a date to Walmart and TJMaxx. We bought cough drops and egg nog and I got a pair of new sunglasses. That seems like the last time I saw him.

Tonight we had dinner at home with the kids. I didn't really feel like going out, but Aaron said I must. We wore comfy clothes and ended up at the park. It was dark which made playing on the teeter-totter more exciting. Then we walked around holding hands and talking about anything other than the kids and work. It was nice, just what the doctor ordered.

On the drive home I told him I felt like watching a really depressing moving like Dead Poets Society or Sommersby. He reminded me that I made him watch Sommersby on our honeymoon. I don't remember that, but he'll never forget. He only sat through it back then because he was afraid to say no (we were newlyweds, after all). After ten years he feels comfortable enough to tell me to watch it on my own.

Men and women are really different. Staying connected takes work. Sometimes I wish we could leave everything behind and go back to that honeymoon suite and pretend that we have no responsibilities (the kids especially). but then I realize that it would erase everything we've worked hard for. Yes, we've worked hard to get to this stressful point in our lives... supposedly we're living the life we've always dreamed of :) It's not a perfect life, but I will take the good along with the bad if it means I get to spend it with him. because I love him even if he won't watch sappy movies with me anymore.