So, the football season has officially started. I am now a football widow. Its not just the football on tv that my husband is absorbed with... its the 5 million fantasy leagues that he's joined in hopes of winning at some point... its the Xbox 360 with Madden constantly in there every time I am trying to start 'Nemo' for Cooper... its the hours and hours of pregame and postgame coverage... its the constant need for SportsCenter and ESPN or NFL Network... its that ESPN is on the top of my browser as a 'favorite'. Who's favorite? NOT MINE!
I must admit, I do like to look at the cute quarterbacks and imagine what it would be like to be that quarterback's little trophy wife and spend all of his money. Those thoughts usually don't last very long because then I crack open my bag of Ruffles and Cooper spills something on my lap, thus waking me from my wonderful daydream.
Conversations with my husband when he's watching football are generally a series of grunts. During commercials, I might be able to get a quick couple of sentences in here and there, but then again, he's usually channel surfing during this time to try to find some other coverage of some other sporting event, or if its a Sunday, some other football game.
Oh how I love football season.
I think I'm just going to go shopping one Sunday and leave him home alone with both babies. I think he'd go insane.
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