Clean Up With Groupon

This is a sponsored post, but all opinions are my own.


Cortney and I got married just over eleven years ago. Since I cannot tell a lie, I will admit that one of the most fun things about getting married is all the showers and fun house stuff that is gifted.

I’ve mentioned before that my love language is gifts, yes? I love to give, but let’s be real…I also love to receive.

I remember the joy of opening packages with sheets and towels and dishes that Cortney and I had taken great care to choose for our registry that we thought would be perfect for our first home together. We even made a pact to wait until after we were married and back from our honeymoon to use any of it.


The joy of receiving bath towels cannot be compared.

So I moved into the house we bought and stored all the gifts in the spare bedroom. After the wedding we added more and left on our honeymoon. When we returned I giggled with glee as I opened and washed and found homes for all our beautiful new things.

It’s now eleven years later and many of those things have had to be replaced…or should be. Our towels are looking ragged, we have a different bathroom color-scheme, and our scale has long since broke.

While I wish it was socially acceptable to through showers for ourselves every ten years of marriage (seriously, how great would that be???), we’ve had to suck up and purchase new things on our own. That is, after all, being an adult, right?

The good news? There is no excuse to pay a bagillion dollars for a new shower curtain or hand towels for the bathroom anymore, because GROUPON GOODS!

$300 towels for $70? Done. Bath sets that are normally over $50 for under $20? DEAL!

What were the first things you needed to replace after getting married? Pretty sure ours were the bathroom rugs (by the way Groupon has a deal where you can get those sweet memory foam ones for only $15! NICE!)

love languages

Are you familiar with the five love languages?


Well it turns out, my love language is gifts, and I have been sort of embarrassed about that since I took that dumb quiz and found out. I mean, doesn’t that make me seem greedy and superficial if the way to my heart is buying me stuff?

But you know what? It’s true. The thing that makes me feel loved is getting gifts. But it’s not the actual gift  that matters. As cliche as it is, it truly is the thought.

It means someone either thought of me and wanted to get me something, OR someone saw something and immediately thought of me. Knowing that I was thought of even when I wasn’t there makes me feel good.

I don’t even really need the gift. Sometimes a text message is a gift. Or a picture sent to me of something that brings me to mind.

I’m not talking about getting showered in jewelry and extravagant clothes or electronics. I mean the grocery store flowers Cortney buys on a whim because they are full or oranges and yellows and he knows those are my favorite flower colors.

Or package of Oreos that suddenly appears in the pantry because he knows I’ll want a little treat after a hard day.

It’s the unexpected jar of homemade soup that The Preacher’s Wife sets down next to me in my pew at church with only a quick hug.

It’s the hilarious pin my best friend sends to me because when she sees a borderline inappropriately funny saying, she thinks of me.

It’s the book someone sends to me for my classroom because they know that is one of my biggest passions.

It’s the carefully selected Christmas or birthday gift from a family member or friend…not because they are required to get me anything, but because they know something special from them will make me smile.

To be fair, scoring very close to gifts is “words” as my runner-up love language. This is probably because I see verbal “pats on the back” to be something that people tend to leave unsaid, but that can make all the difference when they are said.

“You’re doing a great job.”

“You are a great mom.”

“You are a wonderful teacher.”

“I appreciate you.”

Gifts and words are also my preferred way to let someone know I love them and am thinking about them as well. I would love to be able to afford to send every one of my friends and family members carefully selected gifts on their birthdays or to warm their new houses or to celebrate the successes or just to let them know I am thinking about them, but due to finances, I usually have to rely on my words and hope they are enough.

I’ve tried to change my love language to something easier for other people. It seems so demanding to “need” presents or constant affirmations. I’ve tried to be a “touchy feely” person. But oh my goodness. No. (Sorry, Cortney).

I’ve tried to take the gift of time, but that never works out. Yes, I appreciate spending time with people…I even love it. But as an introvert, I re-energize by being on my own (and not touched).

Don’t get me wrong, I have friends who definitely thrive on time, acts, and touch–very extroverty friends. And it’s cool. I love to do things with them, do things for them, and hug them.

But if you are reaching out to love me? I respond more to gifts and words.

And I’m deciding right now that it’s ok.

So what is your love language? Do you find it hard to love someone who has totally different love needs than you?