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Over the weekend, a friend shared something with me that not only horrified me, but also got me thinking.
She received a card in the mail from one friend who has children. Â In that circle of friends, she and her husband are the only couple without a child. Â Well, the card was addressed to
Not only did I think it was all kinds of tacky, it struck me as extremely insulting and hurtful.  As if those of us without kids haven’t earned the right to be labeled as a family.
Knowing my friends’ story, I know she’s been struggling to start her own family. Â Now, not everyone knows that, as it’s no one’s business, but when she shared this little story, my heart broke for her.
Real talk?  J and I aren’t 100% sold on the whole idea of kids yet.  I know we’re getting older, and we’re running out of time to even make that decision.  But the way we look at it, it would be unfair to bring a child into our family if we weren’t certain.  And it’s our right to make that decision.
But when my friend shared her story, it got me thinking. Â Are J and I not a family because we don’t have children? Â Is it possible we won’t ever be a family if we choose not to have kids?
J and I do this thing. It started initially because we couldn’t afford much else. But as the years have gone on, we’ve continued to do it because it’s something that’s ours.
We take our at home date nights pretty seriously. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoy a nice dinner out or catching a movie, but sometimes by time the weekend rolls around, the idea of having to be on seems exhausting. That’s when the at home date night gets activated.
It’s easy to fall into normal habits during “dates” at home. You’re on the couch with your dinner on a TV tray and a movie. You’re both glued to your phones. The dryer dings and you grab the clothes and start sorting. The floor needs sweeping. The next thing you know, one of you has fallen asleep on the couch which effectively ends the night all together. Fail. Right?
Well, we switch things up. If you’ve hung out around here long enough you’ll remember when we built a fort at Christmastime and it was the best thing ever. Back in Athens, we used to have living room picnics, pre-Bailey. We’ve discovered the secret sauce to our at home date night success. We’ve blended it all together and do living room campouts!
We blow up the air mattress and set it up in all its cozy glory. We pick shows off our DVR that we’ve been saving to watch together (or rent a redbox or two). And best yet, we pick an old favorite recipe that’s easy to make together for dinner.
For some reason, just doing something slightly different like sleeping in the living room makes it all feel more intentional. I’m no longer focused on the cleaning. Our phones stay in our bedroom. And we live on the bed in the living room. Sometimes we leave the set up all weekend long, turning date night into date weekend.
Friday, before I left for work, I started some buffalo chicken in the crockpot. Buffalo Chicken Pizza is one of our faves, and I thought it’d be fun for us to make together. When J got home from work, we set up the air mattress and prepped the pizza, laughing and joking through it all. Absolute perfection, if you ask me!
I usually make this earlier in the week to use for salads. With the leftovers, we make Buffalo Chicken Pizza!
Somehow we’ve made it to Friday. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah! Usually by Thursday, my body just says nope, you need to be done. This week in particular, I just can’t. I walked upstairs after my Sushi Thursday date, laid on the couch, and needed serious convincing that I couldn’t just stay there the entire night.
I haven’t said much of note this week. I’ve been off my game. But I was pretty proud of my post on Tuesday, and if you’re dealing with anything toxic in your life, it’s worth a read. Oh, and I put a lot into Monday’s post, too. If you’re struggling to find inspiration and motivation, give it a look. You just might get something out of it.
Some other people have been pretty spot on this week though:
Tiffany tells you you’re right where you’re meant to be. And I couldn’t agree more.
Paige shares what she wishes she’d known before she monetized her blog. This is a must read.
Amanda encourages us to leave our comfort zones and try new things. This one was like a punch to the gut. Go. Read it now.
I’ll be honest, I was off my life game this week. Pretty much nothing I intended got done this week. And most nights I was in bed before 9PM, unable to function. I think we all have weeks like this, and it’s okay. We can’t win them all. But I guess that means I don’t get sprinkles on my ice cream cone this week. Sprinkles are for winners.
Oh friends. I finally just now crashed down on the couch, Cheetos and wine in hand. In case you don’t follow me on Snapchat (@johodgespodges in case you want to)…the boot is back.
Wait, what? Yeah. My foot had been bugging me for some time now, but after running on the treadmill last Thursday, it entered excruciating territory. In case you’re new here, I spent 8 weeks in a boot last spring for a stress fracture after completing the C25K program. Well, apparently running on a treadmill will cause one of those to come back. Cool.
I’m supposed to be in a webinar right now, but when I got home, I scrubbed the shower. Which is by far my least favorite chore of all time. Because honestly? How the eff are you actually supposed to scrub a shower? I tried Borax tonight. It worked pretty dang well to be honest, if you’re interested. I showered immediately after, slipped while shaving my legs, and fell.
So I think I just give up.
Instead I’m on the couch, finally, with my feet up. The pup is inching her way onto the couch at my side (she’s not allowed up here without a blanket…but she tries). And I’m sipping my wine and eating my Cheetos. Because it’s only Wednesday and already my life is falling apart.
Dramatic much?
In other news, I’m completely obsessed with Adele’s new song, Hello. J walked in on me listening to it the other day and now he won’t stop singing Lionel Richie’s Hello. Over and over and over.
I also finally broke down and scheduled my life out on iCal. I go on deadline for book number two starting next week, so life as I know it is about to come to a halt. So basically, if it’s not on my iCal…it’s not happening. Want a peek at what my mornings look like to balance deadline and blogging? Here.
For the record, I go to my day job at 11:30. I hid that calendar for the sake of this image for privacy reasons. I don’t just get to hang in bed with Netflix as of 11, promise. Although wouldn’t that be cool?
Okay, friends. It might be bed time. Because I’m old and broken. Hope your week has started off better than mine. Sushi Thursday night, though, and that can pretty much make everything else feel better.
Now, it’s your turn!
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