Here Comes the Bowling Mama!

We went bowling as a family yesterday. Because my children are still so young, it is hard to find stuff to do that we can all enjoy as a family. Combine this with the fact that there is NOTHING to do in our town except go to Chick-Fil-A and play in the nasty playhouse or go to the mall and let Big Brother ride the 50cent ride-on toys makes it even harder. Anyhow, like I said, we went bowling.

Big Brother LOVES it! They are all high-tech there now so the 'bumpers' for the little kids automatically go up or down depending on whose turn it is. That is cool. So, Daddy, me and Big Brother played while Miss Bug cheered us on and ate Cheerios. It has been at least 8 years since Husband or I have played.

So here are our scores the best I can remember (and will get corrected once Husband reads this because I know he will):
Mommy 86
Daddy 70
Big Brother 63--and would've been more but he got a foul or two when the rack he used to roll the bowling ball hit the mark causing the machine to give him a foul :(

Yes, I WON! I won!
And this is why it is a big deal---not because all of our scores were quite pitiful, but because Husband is FIERCELY competitive. He is the silent opponent. Half the time he won't even play games with me or our friends because he claims he doesn't like it, but I think it is because he wants to win, win, win! In the past we have played Uno, Trivial Pursuit (which I'm TERRIBLE) and Scene-It Friends Edition and I lose at all of it. But I do love to play games.

I didn't make too big of a deal about winning the bowling because we hadn't played in so long and we were both pretty comical (and pitiful) to watch. (My fave part was how cute we all looked in the bowling shoes and mine actually matched my outfit! )

Then we went into the game room. Big Brother is at the stage where he still doesn't realize you have to put money into the games to play them. It is so cheap for us. Every once in a while we'd give him a coin or two, but for the most part we used up all the coins because we got into some heated rounds of air hockey! It was a hoot! I was having an absolute blast.

So, picture this--Husband is slamming the hockey chip all over the place. I even had him place Miss Bug's stroller behind him when we first started playing because in the past he has knocked pool balls around. I didn't want her to get hit by a flying hockey puck! Several times that I received points it was because he was hitting the dang thing so hard that he was just scoring on himself. It was great. I have to tell you girls, too, that I was doing quite well at defending my goal because I heard the puck hit my little thingy (name anyone for the thing you hold?) several times.

We played 3 games of air hockey. And yes, ladies, I won. I consider it a win for all wife-kind. I was so happy I was clucking like a chicken and cackling like a rooster (or whatever animal it is that cackles). It was killing him, silently, slowly, killing him.

The last time I have beat him at anything in our ten years of marriage was on our first date when I beat him in a game of pool. I hadn't really won anything since. But yesterday, ladies, the tables turned.

Oh yeah, and I'm on Facebook a lot now and there's a game called Word Challenge on there. I beat him at that too. The feeling is glorious, I tell you.

So give me a little high-five long distance. I won for all of us wives who have those competitive husbands! :)