Let’s face it, ladies, Sundays are gonna get ugly again. For the next 6 months, 9 hours a day, every Sunday we endure what is called America’s favorite sport (and let’s not forget Monday night and our personal favorite: the Thursday night game that most homes don’t get through their cable, so just another reason for our boys to head out to the sports pub). That’s right, it’s the start of another football season. In the beginning, it’s not so bad. It’s early enough in the season that out guy’s favorite team is still in the hunt, thank goodness. We even sit in on some of the games at first, acting as if we are interested and even throwing in a question or two.
But as the weeks pass we say to ourselves, who are we kidding? I know some of us women actually do enjoy football season, but for the most part, they are few and far between. It’s actually a time of planned separation for husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. Now it is more of a bromance with our husbands and boyfriends buddy-ing up together for hours upon hours, game after game.
So my question to you, ladies is: Do you stay home and prepare the chili dip and serve the ice cold beers then slip into the other room to dive into that good book you’ve been saving just for this occasion? Or are you the rebel that calls up the girls and says, Oh no, we’re not going through another season of this! And head right out to the mall for some well deserved retail therapy.
Either way, it’s time to get busy with “you” time. If you’re happy with the game and the guys, crack open a cold one and tell Bob to scoot over. If you’d rather check out the newest shoe line at the mall, go for it. Or better yet, open up that closet full of pictures and start putting together your movie. Because, as we all know, there’s no stopping this freight train!