This weekend brought so much fun to the LaBianca household. Dan and I were able to score tickets to the Big Game. Ok – so I admit it -I am not the biggest football fan. A realization that came to me after of years of faking my love of watching the sport. I still remember back in the day … screaming during touchdowns as if I had actually run the ball down the field. .. The reality is that I probably couldn’t even begin to tell you which team probably got the touchdown. So when we realized that we were able to go to the game – I was more excited about going to the event versus watching the game. Here is where my crazy side enters into the picture. Those who know me – know that I live and breathe for my children. They are my everything. With that said, I try and steer clear of anything that might be a little risky. Wait a second… Superbowl… high security alert…terrorist target. At 3 AM on Wednesday morning my heart starts to race as I visualize being at the in-door stadium while a terrorist attacks. Who would take care of my kids…. ok – calm down..I just won’t go. .. I can’t go. So I tell Dan around 4:00 AM – in the calmest voice – I say ” I can’t go”. ”Your Nuts” he says as he rolls over and goes back to sleep as I lay awake planning my escape route. For the next 3 days I fluctuate between figuring out escape routes from going to the game .. Maybe I will get the flu… Maybe Marie will need my help watching the kids. .. To escape routes at the game… Ok – If it Bio-chemical – I will be OK ..we are in a suite ( I thought the suites were enclosed) …if there is a bomb…they probably wouldn’t be at suite level. All the while – My husband saying “you are crazy…. it is more dangerous to be on the bus to the Superbowl” Oh great – now I am freaked out about the bus.
Here is the thing… I am not afraid to die nor am I afraid if Dan dies…. I am just not willing to have us both bite the dust. We are good parents and no offense to anyone – but I don’t think anyone can raise our kids as well as we will. I know, I know – everyone thinks the same thing. So I have officially become that mom that I never thought I would become. But is that such a bad thing?
So Sunday rolls around like a ticking time bomb in my mind. I start interrupting lego building with long hugs and words of wisdom to my 6 year old son and 2 year old daughter. Do they know how much I love them and that I am so proud of who they are becoming. I tell my mother-in-law what to do if something happens. Taking pictures together .. and making sure to leave the SD card on the table. Yes I am that crazy! Being a mom can do that to you.
We eventually get to the bus and I soon forget all my fears ( I mean what am I going to do about it now) and soon start getting excited about what our day has in store for us. .. and what a day it was. I would have never thought going to the Superbowl would be on my bucket list – But it was and it is now crossed off!!! After getting settled into the the game and sitting at a table with my girlfriends (who aren’t watching the game either) and sipping a glass of wine – I own my crazy thoughts and fill them in on all the sordid details of my imagination… and my friend gasps…. “OH MY GOD- I have been doing the same thing for the last three days” – hmmmm…maybe I am not as crazy as I thought.
Below are some unedited pictures from the game… I could only bring my powershot – but it was all I needed since the day will be forever etched in my memory.