Boca Mom has allowed me a guest appearance. Who am I? Well, some would call me “the Mate”. Let’s just dispense with the formalities and call me Hubby. Make sense? Cool.
I’m really quite honored. This blog is her own doing, her oasis, her escape, if you will, from the craziness that envelops our house on a daily basis, and from work (she’s a lawyer – I never win an argument). At the least, it’s therapeutic for Boca Mom. At best, it provides valuable resources for others and enriches all of our lives with local news and info about activities and ideas on how to spend quality time with family. No, it’s more than that! (Can ya tell I’m proud?) If I may be so bold, it’s her attempt at reaching out and making Boca and South Florida, in general, feel more like a community – getting the word out about plenty of good wholesome activities.
Speaking of good wholesome activities, we’re reaching the end of summer - August! Everything seems to slow down right about now in the hot summer sun, and there’s a graceful transition. The transition from summer camp ending (mental note: time to get Meatballs with Bill Murray from Netflix). Retailers are putting water tubes and sunscreen on clearance sales, and replacing the empty shelf space with Halloween costumes and Christmas ornaments. (Um, NASA just announced today there is evidence of water on one of Saturn’s moons – is it too early for retailers to sell Saturn moon shoes?) Last but not least . . NFL training camp begins!
NFL training camp is officially ranked as the third-most dreaded day of the calendar year for wives. Yea, it’s true. Don’t believe me? I’m not Dave Letterman, but here’s a slice of the list:
#5 The day after Thanksgiving. Leftover dishes to clean and Black Friday shopping. ‘Nuf said.
#4 Doctor check-ups. Good luck getting little kids to gleefully accept a fate of inoculations.
#3 The day NFL training camp opens – self explanatory.
#2 The day before the wedding anniversary and the anticipated anxiety of hoping this is not the year the Mate you chose decides to forget why tomorrow is a special da.
#1 Your hubby’s birthday. You know. This is typically the night of the year he expects major penthouse-style acrobatic maneuvers
The day NFL training camp opens is the start to a months-long buildup to the Super Bowl. Ahem – I’m a NY Giants fan, so yes, I am gloating. You remember that night in January, 2008, right ladies? The one where big blue stole the championship. Boca Mom was very pregnant with Sweet, and I was hoping that she would not go into pre-term labor during the Super Bowl.
In your twenties, the Super Bowl was an excuse to head over to a friend’s place, kick back some drinks, eat tons of Doritos, gossip over who is dating who, vote on the best commercials, and enjoy a pretty decent halftime show. Fast-forward to your 30’s and 40’s and it’s the night when you run around the house trying to get the kids to bed while Hubby sits in front of his T.V. (whatever T.V. is the largest, best T.V. in the house situated in front of the most comfortable seat in the house). He’s likely to have one hand on the remote, guarding it piously like the Pope cherishes his cross – and the other hand on an assortment of foodstuffs packed with flavorful calories and typically offset by generous amounts of spirits.
So, if your Hubby is not an NFL fan (sorry, but college football doesn’t count), then Congratulations. You will have one more Sunday for full blown family activities. Furthermore, for non-NFL fans, take this moment to thank him your husband. That’s right! Get off your computer and give him a big ‘ole hug. He’s yours on the weekends and there is no need to worry about becoming a football widow.
I’m really quite honored. This blog is her own doing, her oasis, her escape, if you will, from the craziness that envelops our house on a daily basis, and from work (she’s a lawyer – I never win an argument). At the least, it’s therapeutic for Boca Mom. At best, it provides valuable resources for others and enriches all of our lives with local news and info about activities and ideas on how to spend quality time with family. No, it’s more than that! (Can ya tell I’m proud?) If I may be so bold, it’s her attempt at reaching out and making Boca and South Florida, in general, feel more like a community – getting the word out about plenty of good wholesome activities.
Speaking of good wholesome activities, we’re reaching the end of summer - August! Everything seems to slow down right about now in the hot summer sun, and there’s a graceful transition. The transition from summer camp ending (mental note: time to get Meatballs with Bill Murray from Netflix). Retailers are putting water tubes and sunscreen on clearance sales, and replacing the empty shelf space with Halloween costumes and Christmas ornaments. (Um, NASA just announced today there is evidence of water on one of Saturn’s moons – is it too early for retailers to sell Saturn moon shoes?) Last but not least . . NFL training camp begins!
NFL training camp is officially ranked as the third-most dreaded day of the calendar year for wives. Yea, it’s true. Don’t believe me? I’m not Dave Letterman, but here’s a slice of the list:
#5 The day after Thanksgiving. Leftover dishes to clean and Black Friday shopping. ‘Nuf said.
#4 Doctor check-ups. Good luck getting little kids to gleefully accept a fate of inoculations.
#3 The day NFL training camp opens – self explanatory.
#2 The day before the wedding anniversary and the anticipated anxiety of hoping this is not the year the Mate you chose decides to forget why tomorrow is a special da.
#1 Your hubby’s birthday. You know. This is typically the night of the year he expects major penthouse-style acrobatic maneuvers
The day NFL training camp opens is the start to a months-long buildup to the Super Bowl. Ahem – I’m a NY Giants fan, so yes, I am gloating. You remember that night in January, 2008, right ladies? The one where big blue stole the championship. Boca Mom was very pregnant with Sweet, and I was hoping that she would not go into pre-term labor during the Super Bowl.
In your twenties, the Super Bowl was an excuse to head over to a friend’s place, kick back some drinks, eat tons of Doritos, gossip over who is dating who, vote on the best commercials, and enjoy a pretty decent halftime show. Fast-forward to your 30’s and 40’s and it’s the night when you run around the house trying to get the kids to bed while Hubby sits in front of his T.V. (whatever T.V. is the largest, best T.V. in the house situated in front of the most comfortable seat in the house). He’s likely to have one hand on the remote, guarding it piously like the Pope cherishes his cross – and the other hand on an assortment of foodstuffs packed with flavorful calories and typically offset by generous amounts of spirits.
So, if your Hubby is not an NFL fan (sorry, but college football doesn’t count), then Congratulations. You will have one more Sunday for full blown family activities. Furthermore, for non-NFL fans, take this moment to thank him your husband. That’s right! Get off your computer and give him a big ‘ole hug. He’s yours on the weekends and there is no need to worry about becoming a football widow.
To those of you ladies who feel like football widows 8-9 months out of the year – I say, join the party! In the spirit of Boca Mom, I say, go to your nearest sports website and figure out the upcoming schedule of your hubby’s favorite team. Then, you can already have a head-start on what you’ll be doing almost every weekend without your hubby for the next 9 months while pro-football is on television. See, I just figured out the itinerary for Boca Mom for the next 9 months! Hmph, somehow I just can’t envision that working out. On second thought, let’s keep coming back to this site and let Boca Mom do what she does so well. Let August be August. Let retailers put up those early decorations for Christmas. Let the kids get ready for the start of school. I’ll be spending my 3-4 hours of “me-time” each Sunday for a good chunk of the year, and be thankful that I have a wife who is so amazing. So patient (with me, anyway). Thank you all for indulging me. Go Giants!
1 comment:
He's funny, too.
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