Date 22

Seriously? Seriously? We get a good chunk of a gorgeous day as Sam was at his annual State Fair trip with Uncle Tom and Auntie Andi. And I wreck a perfectly good date day by getting a brain buster headache with all the other assorted symptoms that are way too much for me to want to relive here.

Stubbornly, I tried to ride it out, but we were 20 minutes from home and I only had one dose of medicine. Not enough. Honestly, this disease is really getting old. I lose half of my life to it and I have so much that I want to do. Ugh.

I'm counting this date anyway. Because I can't help it that my body will not cooperate.

So, date 22/52 Wandering Ikea. And on a complete sideline just what the bleep were so many people doing here when they should have been out enjoying the day like my intention was? My hope was to pop in for 15 minutes at Ikea and then get to SeaSalt for lunch by the Minehahaahaaa. Didn't even get to tell D of my wishes I felt so awful. Then felt even worse when I wrecked the date.

I'm so lucky he's such a good guy. Honestly, he's a saint.

Now, technically, this shouldn't be a date because we qualified our date requirements as not being at home improvement stores. We were there to look for organizing stuff for the new mudroom (that's not so new anymore, but still not the stellar tool of organization that I hoped it would be.) Anywhooo.... Ikea was all we got too, but we had better intentions and that should count for something.


*Date night is when two people who met almost 20 years ago realize that they should spend more time alone together. And then they realize, life will get in the way sometimes. So, rather than dwelling on the fact that they're far from reaching the 52 dates that they challenged themselves to take this year, they decide that they're just going to do the best they can. (And start counting hand holding in church as dates.)