Most of the time I think that Pooh and I do a good job of being married. We work as a team (evidenced by his graciously picking up my slack these last couple of weeks as work has gotten extremely hectic for me), and we love each other. We don’t argue. We do what we can to make things easier on each other. But there are times when it feels like things fall apart. Not in gigantic oh-my-gosh-what-the-heck-are-we-doing-together ways but in little oh-my-gosh-what-is-going-on-here ways.
Yesterday it was over football. And it was because I didn’t speak up and say something. I should have. There are lots of reasons why I didn’t, chief among them that I think I’m experiencing a hormonal surge because it’s about that time (I was a little on the weepy side. Over football. *sigh*).
I knew going into this marriage that football is important to Pooh. I’m OK with that. I enjoy me some football too. It just so happened yesterday that our games were on at the same time. And the televisions in the bedroom and the mancave could not get my game because they are not HD televisions. Three televisions. One game will be playing on all three of them. One game only plays on one television. The game–my game–that could only be seen on one television was not the game that was watched on that television. The compromise was “we’ll flip back and forth.”
All fine in theory, but in practice? Not so much. I should have said, “Ummm…that’s not going to work.” Or “Babe? Do you think that you could watch at least part of your game in the bedroom so I can see at least part of my game?” Or “Hey…we’ve watched a series of your game, can we now watch a series from mine?” I didn’t say any of those things, though. I was just pissed. And he knew it. He just didn’t know why.
As he tells me, he can’t read my mind. And I know that he gets focused on the game. But I was still pissed. If I’d said something, I’m not sure the outcome would have been different. But at least he would have known why I was pissed.
The solution for us is to buy another television. I will start looking at the sales and see what we can do to upgrade the television in the bedroom because I am positive that this won’t be the only time that our games play at the same time. I know he’s not going to give up watching the game on the big screen. That’s *his* television.
There’s also the whole issue of fantasy football and how his fantasy football teams ruin my enjoyment of my football games, but we’ll save that for another day.