I think my husband is going through some kind of mid-life crisis. But apparently his father never taught him how a mid-life crisis is supposed to work for men (and how old you’re supposed to be to go through one); because instead of buying himself motorcycles and cool electronic toys, he’s coming home with toys… for me.
I came home from work last night to find out that he had ordered me a sewing machine. I think I only mentioned twice that I was thinking about saving up for one, since I was interested in learning how to sew. And considering the amount of words I say in a day, mentioning it twice in a matter of months is absolutely nothing.
So really, I was beyond stunned.
He also bought me some chalkboard paint, because he said he heard me talking about some crafts I wanted to make with it.
Wait, so he actually does pay attention when I talk to him about the ideas I found on Pinterest??
Then, I noticed some tickets had arrived in the mail, although I wasn’t supposed to see them. Apparently, he’s taking me on a date to see a play at the end of February.
In addition to all these presents, he has been helping me clean the house on a regular basis and has jumped enthusiastically into the decorating process of our home. (See, we hung up all the frames! Now I have to pick up the photos I ordered and this wall will be finished… until we decide to paint it).
Midlife crisis? It has to be.