Ours is (h)ours.

You remember the teacher from the Peanuts cartoons? Yeah. Good. Picture this in her voice, because that's how it usually sounds to me:


  "We've got kids. We never have any time to ourselves. We never sleep. Our "Adult time" is all but extinct. Our lives are Macaroni, wiping noses, wiping butts and watching cartoons.Wha Wha Whu Waa Wha...................."


  Boo fucking Hoo, Ma'am!


    I have no sympathy for parents who complain about being parents. None. Being a parent is hard sometimes, no doubt. But seriously, do people really not realize that their life with children is going to be drastically different? Like, forever. It also never ceases to amaze me that when presented with these "problems" that people choose to just lay down and become the complete opposite of what they once were. As if there is no alternative, no middle ground. I don't know how many times I have seen people just throw in the towel when they realize that going out every night isn't an option anymore. "I used to be in a band, but then I had kids." "I used to make art, then I had kids." "I used to__________, but then I had kids". Well, I say Bullshit. Or maybe not. Perhaps they have secretly always wanted to wear pants with pleats in the front. Maybe they like listening to versions of pop songs that were  already terrible to begin with being sung by misguided pre-teens over and over again. Who am I to judge? Maybe I am being to harsh, and it is I who is actually misguided.


Nah, that shit sucks.


   Maybe it is a lack of perspective that causes people to act in such a way. I really have no idea what makes it so hard though.
  • Make the time you have count, even when the window is small.
  • Include your kids in the things you love.
  • Don't dress like an asshole.
Pretty simple.


   Lindsay and I have always tried to find new ways of making our time together count. Sometimes there are long stretches in between actual real "going out dates". So lately we have taken to having mini "dates" at home. They have been pretty awesome too. The food is better. The drinks are cheaper and we are already "back at my place". Oh wait, kids. Did I mention the food is better? These times have been really awesome reminders to us both that we are still special and individual. Then a Nerf dart straight to the cornea brings you back to reality.


  I imagine this is where I would put something like "Have fun, be creative". That just seems cheap though. Bridging the gap between being a parent and being an individual is something very dear to me, so I feel like I should come up with something better. I owe it to myself. I owe it to you.




How about: Having kids doesn't mean you have suck. So don't.




We had a lunch date at home earlier this week. Set the table. Had a beer, ate appetizers, plated the main course (took pictures), the whole bit. It was pretty awesome. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been a dishwasher, or disposable pans.



* It should be stated that the post is totally null and void if your significant other isn't really rad and/or you are actually the guy who allows Maroon 5 songs redone by 4th graders to be played in his presence. If so, you're on your own.


** Totally shameless plug. Recipes for the appetizers can be found here.


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