Not to brag, but we are pretty much world champions at date nights done... wrong. So very wrong. I hear folks preach that you should 'date your spouse' and while I don't disagree with that, I also know that it just won't happen much around here.
We went to town for an actual date in February with friends. And then there were those two tax planning meetings with our accountant in the early spring, and then we had a little fish fry this weekend with a few friends and 30 little offspring of ours. So I think those count as dates, right? And Sunday night we spent quality time together while we processed cattle with the two boys and my father in law. We do have fun most of the time, even if it doesn't involve hair and makeup and real clothes. At this point I really don't know what those are anymore.
We're getting better at finding a quick moment here or there to spend time together. Like when it's 9pm and neither of us have eaten supper yet and we set on the porch together, listening to the crickets and coyotes in the distance. We joke about how some folks pay extra for that type of ambiance.
So while we're most definitely not the post children for marriage or self care, we've figured out (for the most part) what works for us, or at least what's feasible in our world.
