20 Minute Super Bowl Party

First off.....WAY TO GO PACKERS!

Let me start by saying...My Dad has been an avid Packers fan since he was a boy. Seriously, he loves them.

And, living in TX he gets A LOT of grief from his family about NOT being a Cowboys fan.

(Like, every time my Dad sees that side of the family, they give him a hard time about his NFL loyalties).

Anyways, my Dad (besides his love for the Packers) has 3 (beautiful) daughters.

And NO sons.

So, guess who was "blessed" with many a Sunday afternoon spent watching the Packers with Dad? And did I mention, the obligatory "You must root for the Packers and the Packers only" speech?

Well, really, all 3 of us daughters did, but as the oldest, I would like to point out that I have put in the most time.

All that to say, I was finally interested in the Super Bowl this year for more than the commercials. And the food....can't forget the delicious food!

A couple from Chris' PIT (Pilot Instructor Class) decided to have everyone over to their house for the Super Bowl.

Which started at 5:30 pm.

Clark goes to bed at 6:30 (yes...uber early...but she's a total grump if she stays up later)

But, I wanted to make the attempt to be social. Not to mention the fact that we had been trapped inside for a week due to the snow....I had a bad case of cabin fever.

So, here is a picture of Chris and Clark getting ready to head into the party:

Isn't my hubby handsome?! And Clark even had her yellow Packers bow in!

This is the only picture I got from the party.

Because Chris and I were too busy chasing Clark around a packed-with-people, non-toddler proofed house. It only took me 20 minutes to cry "uncle" and tell Chris that I wanted to head home.

I felt guilty for being such a stick in the mud, but goooood grief. I wanted to watch the game! Not chasing a munchkin around and trying to keep her out of the chex mix bowls (and from running circles around people, and from throwing food on the clean floor, and throwing toddler tantrums...well, you get the picture).

So, I convinced Chris to take us home. Whew.

Clark took a 0.2 second bath and was asleep just as fast.

I sent Chris back to the party to enjoy some socialization (and to bring me back a plate of food).

Soooooo, I spent the Super Bowl on my couch...in my pj's....

But, I'm not sad about it....I've decided that evening get-togethers are just out of the question for toddlers.

And that people who don't have munchkins just don't understand (no matter how hard they try, or how nice of people they are) how many aspects of your life change when you have kiddos.

Like...to not put bowls of food on coffee tables. And that your floors are never going to be spotless no matter how many times you mop. And that toddler fits are totally normal. And that it takes a TON of planning to get your one child + plate of tortilla rolls to a 5:30pm party.

But 3 wives in Chris' class are expecting.....

So, maybe next year, we can have our own little Super Bowl party.

And we'll order in so no one has to cook....and if my child is running around in just her diaper and house shoes, no one is going to care!!!