Super bowl weekend

I like football.

I don't follow week by week, but I like to watch it sometimes. Mostly playoffs, and of course, the Super Bowl.

So 2 weeks ago, after watching the Colt's decimating New England's defense, I told my wife I would be out of commission this Sunday for Super bowl. She would have to watch the kids, and take care of things.

Last Saturday came, and I told her again that on Sunday I would be watching the super bowl. I even gave her the schedule, so she would know the time it starts and ends.

Come Sunday Morning, she tells me she wants to go to the mall. I say Fine (i knew I would have to pay a price, let the mall be it). We all go to the mall by 13:00hs. We shop, have lunch and walk a while. We are back about 16:00 and I think "Good. I am off the hook now".

17:00 I start watching the pre-game show. Beers are flowing, I am eating Tostitos and all is good.

17:50 she comes in the room and announces that she wants to give my daughter a bath. And I have to take care of my son meanwhile.

Now, Super bowl is just about to start. My son did not nap in the afternoon (because we went to the mall). So he is moody and tired.

I asked why the hell she waited until now to tell me that, and she said she told me before (She said she wanted to give my daughter a bath, but never mentioned that it would be that Sunday, and that it would be right at the time of super bowl). I am fucking pissed now.

She can't see the point.

She goes up to give my daughter a bath. I stay with my son, trying to play with him so he would not cry. He starts crying just about the kick off. I cannot hear the TV, and I barely see the bears returning the ball for a touchdown (The Colts, as usual, like to play with our hearts).

She comes back by mid-first quarter. I went back to the TV room.

In my mind, there's no excuse for this. She knew I wanted to watch it. She had the schedule and all.

One could argue that I am the kid's father and I have my obligations.

To that, I reply: I know that. By the end of the second quarter, it was about time for my wife to go up with my son to give him a bath and put him to sleep (it was her day), and I stayed with my (now clean) daughter.

I took care of her while my wife was busy with my son. I gave her a bottle, make her burp and put her to sleep. I don't mind that at all. I knew it was coming, and it does not bother me.

Oh well, super bowl is over. Colts won in the very Colts fashion (They go down, and then play through it to win the game) and I guess it could be worse.

But i just think that wives could be more understanding on the few things we ask them.

Super bowl is once a year. And I don’t think it is asking too much of her to leave me be for ONE afternoon a year.