Hey, look, two in one month. Official record broken... and now officially jinxed.
Anyway, on to the meat of this sandwich. This past Sunday was one of the most holy of days to the American culture. That's right ladies and gents, the Superbowl. Or, as I like to look at it, the point where there is the longest amount of time before the next football game crosses the airwaves. That, and Puppy Bowl. I love me some Puppy Bowl.
As is traditional for celebrating the grid iron, we made our way to a Superbowl Party. Now, I know what you're thinking- copious amounts of beer, booze and butt-size-increasing snack food. All of that was included (although not in gigantic, irresponsible amounts), but there was one other thing that wasn't part of the usual party plan. Kids. Lots and lots of kids.
Let me back track. Neither my husband or I had any major desire to watch the game for any other reason other than to not be the only people in the English speaking world to not have known what happened during the game. Well, ok, the commercials are always enticing. And Madonna. My goodness that woman is amazing. If you missed the performance, stop reading right now, go. Watch. NOW.
Welcome back. As I was saying, neither of us were going to be sitting at home watching the game, and we all know it's much more fun to enjoy such things in a group setting, so when my hubster received an invitation to a watch party from a friend we haven't seen since our wedding in 2010, we said yes. I was quite excited actually because it had been well over a year since we had seen these friends, and we had yet to meet their little boy, so it was definitely looking to be an enjoyable evening. And it was. Just not what we've come to expect from our enjoyable evenings with friends.
See, we are on the half of married couples that have been together a long time, have gotten married and have decided that starting a larger family outside of the two of us isn't something in the cards at this time. This actually seems to be sort of the trend with a good majority of our friends we see on a regular basis, so when we get together, we enjoy a nice evening of chatting, wine, beer, maybe a cocktail, some light munchies and maybe a board game. All fairly laid back and quiet. That was not how this evening was.
While we were making the trek out to their house (about 40 minutes from our home Downtown, yet still considered part of Kansas City... I'll never understand the thought process that made that happen), I said to J "I bet you anything we're going to be the only couple there without kids."
Yup, called it a mile away.
Now, before I turn off all you mothers and family folk out there, please, don't take it as any sort of insult. I love kids. I work with kids, as a nanny to two. There's almost nothing else in the world better than when I get the opportunity to visit my very good friend and her lovely little girl. It's just not time for us to have kids of our own.
Upon stepping into the house, we were welcomed by the screaming hoard of kids. Well, and a friendly hello from our friends. Definitely a different vibe than our usual visits to friends homes. As the evening continued, there was almost a constant hum of yelling, laughing, crying, talking and just a general dull roar from the kiddoes. Of course the adults were huddled into twos and threes and a few, like ourselves, who were watching the game.
If you recall, earlier I stated neither of us really had a desire to watch the game, we were much more interested in attending for the social aspect. Yeah, well, a social gathering including kids is much different. Much, much different. I don't think we said more than a few words to the very gracious hosts before they were running after one of the kids, being beckoned into another room due to an action by one of the visiting kids, or just because we flat out don't have nearly enough in common to carry on more than a few sentences at a time. Basically it kind of worked out to be we didn't have kids to talk about = we didn't have anything really to talk about.
It was then that I just sort of had the thought/realization/musing/what have you, that as we grow up we move into cliques. Ah, the dreaded "C" word we all though we escaped in high school. Sad, but true, they follow us into adulthood. Just now they seem to follow with our life decisions. First it goes from the clique of singles to the "in a relationship" group. Then it's a mere hop, skip and a jump to "long term relationship/married" group and from there it usually seems to split into two. The married with children and the married without. We (along with the majority of our friends) fall into the latter group.
We were at a party where all the "cool kids" were the ones with kids. We weren't in the right clique, so we didn't really have the "in" and therefore we just sat, borderline awkwardly in our chairs, watching a game we didn't care much for, and observed.
Don't be mistaken, we did enjoy our time there, it was just, well, different.
A definite plus to the experience was the conversation it motivated us to have in the car ride back home. We covered subjects from where we would live if/when we have kids other than the furry, four-legged variety to how we would raise them/what sort of rules would be applied in our house, etc. A very interesting turn and thankfully eye-opening in a way that I don't think either of us really were aware (P.S., we will definitely be considered the "strict" and probably "uncool" parents, in case any of you were wondering).
All in all, it was a very educational evening in which we mostly learned one thing- we succesfully escaped suburbia and will happily return as long as we know there's a return ticket.