Fun With Dad
Guest post by Dadda
My wife recently enjoyed a delightful and relaxing women’s trip to the beach. She enjoyed six days and five nights of bliss away from all of the daily rigors of life. When she came home she was rosy cheeked and smiling. For me, well, let’s just say that when she came home my appearance resembled something more akin to an over-the-hill prize fighter that had just lost a boxing match.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my wife had time to get away, but I’m also thankful that she will not be leaving again anytime soon.
Working Hard on My Marriage
Marriage is hard. You ask anyone and if they are being honest (might you say authentic), they will tell you the same thing.
So how is the picture of me (toes in the sand, no children or husband in sight) relevant to me working on my marriage??? Read on...
Mourning Luxury Sick Days
I wish I had known how luxurious sick days use to be. Not that being sick is ever fun, but I remember when it meant staying home from work, binge watching TV (and the choices for binge watching options are so much better now - it's a shame!) on the couch and sleeping soundly to the aftertaste of NyQuil.
My sick days this past week were nothing like that.
My thoughts on this started earlier in the week when an old pal posted this on her Facebook wall.
This Will Be Fun, Right? Right?!?!
As we drive our family down for a weekend trip to our alma mater, Auburn University, for homecoming, I'm picturing us all in our orange and blue, highlighted by the afternoon sun, waving our shakers, singing the fight song in unison and cheering our team on to victory. It's such a beautiful moment.
But I know this will NEVER happen. I'm not that naive!
Cultivating a Village
Do you have a village? A support system you can call on (I say call on lightly, because these days it's more like "text on") for anything - from venting to sympathizing to helping in a pinch? People you genuinely LOVE to be around?
I've written before (as in two weeks ago but who is counting?) about my search for compatible family friends - adults that you can more than just tolerate (and actually like) along with the combo of children that get along. We're still in the process of finding our matches (though there are lot's of prospects!), but today I want to write about the need for rich, authentic, personal, gal-pal friendships. I feel confident in writing about this because I am blessed with an abundant village! A village that has saved me time and time again - even when they do not realize they are!
Keeping Score (Why You Shouldn't)
14-31. It's a final score of a football game. One that happened 15 years ago to. the. day. Auburn was playing Syracuse and was dealt its first loss of the season (which went on to be not such a great season for the Auburn Tigers).
I remember this because 15 years ago (to. the. day.) was when I met my husband.
15 years ago I was 21-years-old and a "big shot" intern for a PR firm living it up in Nashville. 15 years ago I was asked to tag along with a coworker, her then-husband and their friend so he wouldn't be a third wheel. You see where I'm going?
When faced with a weekend alone with the kids (the hubby went on a fishing trip to the gulf with his old college roommates), I thought to myself, "You don't have to suffer alone! Set up a family play date!" And a family play date we did - to see the production of Pinocchio by one of our local high schools. Extra points for exposing the kids to culture!
Ever feel like you're putting out a want ad when you invite people over... Or try to set up a play date? When you're first "dating" someone as a potential friend, you tend to scrutinize every text or email, or wonder if you're over-liking their Instagram posts. Do I have too many emojis in there? Or just the right amount?
Several years ago I read a blog post by Rachel Bertsche, author of MWF (Married White Female) Seeking BFF (obviously I borrowed her book title for my blog post title). She captures her attempts to make close connections with girlfriends after she and her husband had been living in Chicago for three years.
Wife, mom and full-time marketing pro. Diet coke addict. Auburn fan (and alumn). Christian - striving to comprehend grace.