Do you ever wonder if we complain about something just to give ourselves something to do? How can I be upset that my husband loves football? It’s not like I didn’t know this before we got married. If any of you know him, he will gladly recount his famous “The Buckeyes are Why I Got Married” story.
So, he may be less available to me on the weekends and/or we will have to plan our weekend fall activities around Buckeye games. It could be worse. I could be forced to watch the games and I’m at a point in my life that I would much rather read a book or go to a movie with a friend or start my hair on fire… you get the drift.
There is an upside to all of this. Everything has an upside if you scrutinize it enough. Mad Dog is involving our boys in his football passion. They already are reciting Buckeye related phrases on command and Full Speed is becoming much more invested if they win or lose. This means the boys will be spending more time with Mad Dog.
Maybe I like to complain about football because I feel so left out. Maybe I’m worried that I will be completely forgotten about on weekends and have to eat my meals in solitude or go for long, contemplative walks by myself. Or maybe that sounds like a little slice of heaven.
Maybe I should complain less and embrace more. Maybe football season will become my very favorite season after all.
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