Today is Monday (I hope you already knew that, though, and went to work today). Since I actually love my job, Mondays don’t bother me at all. I have to say that the constant barrage of “ZOMG IT’S MONDAY AGAIN SOMEONE SHOOT ME!” on Facebook is super annoying, though.
However, I will say that around fall time, I am super annoyed with Monday nights. A few years ago, I asked Hubbin what he wanted for Christmas and he said all he wanted was for me to watch football with him. I dislike football, but moreso than that, I am cheap and gift-handicapped, so I gave in. I gave it a valiant effort, too. Being a lifelong Niners fan, last season was like a dream come true for him. In a show if support, I ordered Niners shirts for the whole family, even the baby. We wore them during games, and I totally got into it.
Until about January, that is. I was tired of football all day Sunday and Monday night (yes, THANK YOU, DIRECTV, for making it so easy to watch every farking game imaginable!), and I counted down the days until we were done while Hubbin quietly weeped.
And then? It came back. I love college football but hate the NFL because it is so annoying, in that it changes our schedule and demands to be watched. I am officially an NFL widow. Hubbin is engrossed downstairs watching the Cowgirls/Giants game, and in what can only be described as an act of war, I am upstairs in our bedroom eating chips on his side of the bed.
Weaker sex, my ass.