I take the heat from my husband when he walks in our room and I’m binging a new Netflix show. He normally shakes his head or rolls his eyes and walks quickly out of the room. He’s not a fan of what I like to watch and the pimple-popping or botched procedures make his stomach weak.
We agree on a few shows and watch those together, but do not share the same joy for the madness that March brings.
March Madness is not my cup of tea (insert eye roll and shake my head), and yet it is on the TV the entire month of March and even into April, with games on TV in multiple rooms of my house. It is late nights of watching and then discussing the games with all who listen, and it is the worst. If I discussed the pimple popper or the people who fall in love blind or are married at the first sight this much, he would be tuned out for sure.
Did I mention this madness lasts the entire month and into the next? I used to try to embrace it and fill out the brackets and keep track of points, etc. and it sucked the life out of me. I used to pretend to watch the games and root for the underdog just to make peace, but I am done.
My sons participate in this madness, and for the entire month, I hear the conversation of who beat who and how they can’t believe it, did you see that basket, or did you see the foul that was missed?
I simply can’t take it anymore. I’m boycotting March Madness, no bracket for this mom, no watch parties, and no late nights staying up to see who wins. You can find me sulking and drowning my sorrows in popcorn and Coke Zero as I sit in my quiet bedroom and binge the next season of Call the Midwife (insert HUGE smile).
