On Saturday morning, I took the just under 1-hour trip down to Northfield and headed up to The Hill to pick up not just my Aidan, but the other Aidan as well. Both had ultimate practice in the morning.
Aidan’s team works out four days a week. This is a bit more hardcore than the high school ultimate days. But she’s found a community and a place with the team and that makes this mama very happy for her.
We did the usual: errands, food and family time (though Cole was MIA as he went up North with a friend for the weekend).
We went to Target and bought matching pajamas (they are the softest fabric!), picked up some clothes for her and upon checkout, Aidan said, “Give me your card and let me handle it.” Surely enough, they badgered her about why she didn’t have a Red Card and yes, I stealthly filmed the entire episode on my phone. I’m gathering as much evidence as I can when I bring my massive and inspiring End the Red Shame Campaign to the world at large.
I should note that usually she observes me try to offer up any number of reasons as to why I don’t want to save 5% on their freaking card and she always thinks I’m overreacting. But she said that being the one paying for the purchase, and being on the receiving end of the red inquisition felt… uncomfortable. And I know, they’re just doing their job, but their job needs to stop after the first time they ask, “Would you like to sign up for a Red Card today?” and not after the second, “Why not? What’s your reason? You don’t like to save money?”
End of rant.
In other news and not technically a Story from the Weekend, it’s been 24 years to the day that I said, “I do” to this guy.
This photo was taken right after I moved to St. Paul to shack up with my then boyfriend. It was at a friend’s wedding and it was my social debut into Dan’s world. That dress I was wearing was so tight I would go into the bathroom and unzip it just to relax for a few minutes at a time. It literally gave me abdominal cramps from sucking in my gut. But enough about the photo.
It’s been a wild ride over these past now 25-plus years with this man. No, I would not trade it for anything. Yes, I would go back and do many things differently. Yes, we are still working on our marriage. No, not every day is magical moonlight and roses. Yes, many days are ordinary and kind.
We are shooting for real and connected in a world where we both learned pretty much the opposite of this on every level.
But I am still so grateful for the opportunity to keep trying.
Thanks, baby. I love you.