Last night Hubby and I put the boys to bed. Gave them their baths, said prayers with them, and tucked them in. Then we contemplated me running to the store for ice cream and toothbrushes (mine's strep infected, so I'm paranoid). We looked at each other and realized we could go to the store together. A benefit of living with your parents. So we did.
Him in his Sugar Daddy pajama pants and me in my comfy gauchos - like heck I'm going to the grocery store in my pajama pants! We decided upon super funky toothbrushes for us and an Aladdin one for Little Guy (no other options) who'd used his Clifford one as a toy and fanned out all the bristles.
Dreyer's Natural Homemade Vanilla. Hubby pointed out I had picked out the Safeway brand, the one I had gotten the last few times. No wonder it tasted different. Hubby grabbed condoms, and paid for the 'sex & candy'. And I paid for the toothbrushes. And a magazine with all the fun things to do in California to boot. Oh and ice cream cones for a fun treat for the kids. It's all the same money, he just has a different part of the budget to be responsible for, than I do. I.e. fun "us" and family stuff, clothes, gifts, the house and all the bills. Me? The rest - groceries, household, herbs (yes we actually budget for that), gas for my car, a few others I can't think of right now.
We came home and he scooped himself a huge bowl of ice cream and me a good sized one. I came out of the shower and saw the huge bowl of ice cream with tons of chocolate and thought it was for me and was about to get upset - because he knows I would eat it all, then I saw the smaller bowl and thought to myself how do I ever doubt him. We settled in our comfy bed and watched another episode of Friends. Hubby sighs and says, "This is nice." I asked what? The eating ice cream, or doing what we used to do?
See, back in Texas, we almost always had a half gallon or two of Bluebell, only the best ice cream in the world, around, and every night he was home we'd put the kids to bed and curl up on the couch in our guest room with a big bowl of ice cream and a movie. Now that we've been spoiled by Bluebell nothing else compares, not even Ben & Jerry's (though sue me if you want but I never liked them in the first place). Dreyer's Natural Vanilla does, at least it gives the very illusion of Bluebell. He said doing what we used to do. So we had a night of memories last night. And it was nice.