It's Sunday and I am suffering through another 4 hours of Nascar with Duke. I'm trying to tune out the commentators as they butcher the English language with grammatical errors. Nascar has the longest season of any sport...(OK, I don't know this as fact, but I am fairly sure) 9 months is a long season anyway.
I try really hard to be supportive. I remember when we first met I had never watched an entire game of football. I realized that if I didn't want to spend the rest of my life hiding in the bedroom every Sunday, Monday, and Thursday nights, I needed to learn how to enjoy it. Now I do. I tried doing this again when Duke decided he wanted to start watching stock cars zip around a track for 500 miles. I really tried. For over 7 years I have suffered a slow death. I could go hide in my room but it is messy (messier than my living room anyway) and it gives me anxiety. I could go clean my room but I insist that today be a day of rest. I could clean the living room for that matter but again, Sunday is the only day I have an excuse not to work and I refuse to argue with God on this one. If he wants me to rest, then I will rest. Score 1 point for Chief.
Another option you may wonder why I don't entertain is to just go do something on my own while he absorbs himself in "yee haws" and "by gollies". As a couple, we have had to come to a compromise when it comes to our separate interests. See previous post here for a refresher. So, I sit and talk to the internet and he sits in his skivvies and loses brain cells on lap at a time.
I think I'll just lie down here and take a snooze on the couch. Maybe I'll wake up and the boys will have cleaned the house for me as a surprise. Oh...to dream!
I can't wait for football season.