In a misguided attempt to introduce my husband to the charms of
chess, I convinced Joe to join the boys and me on a trek to
Naperville for an early morning Labor Day tournament this past
That was a mistake.
Right when we arrived, I surveyed the competition. I recognized
immediately that my kids were in big trouble. There was a boy
wearing a shirt that read: "I'm a KNIGHT… NOT a horsey!" While my
kiddies may have done well in chess tournaments of the past, all
signs were pointing to a complete rout this day. After all, who
knew they even made funny chess shirts?
Chess masters, that's whom.
We delivered Danny and Jack to their respective tables for the
first match, but then my husband got antsy and started bombarding
me with a litany of questions and grievances:
"How many rounds are there?"
"How long does this usually take?"
"I didn't know this many people even played chess."
"I can't believe we're doing this instead of ice hockey."
"Some days I wonder how we're even married."
In an effort to distract my increasingly agitated husband, I
suggested we take a walk. Joe perked up and excitedly steered us
towards a nearby Walgreens where he could grab the latest Fantasy
Football magazine for his upcoming draft.
For those unfamiliar with fantasy football, be glad. Be very
To help shore up my argument for a continued focus on chess, I
went into a lengthy oration on how fantasy football and chess are
practically the same thing, but I was quickly shot down: "Nice try,
Atticus Finch. But no."
While Joe giddily flipped through the pages of his magazines
trying to glean who the "sleepers" and top-ranked players of the
NFL were, I perused the candy aisle instead.
And guess what I found?
Freaking Halloween candy. Bags and bags of it. ON LABOR DAY.
I was astonished. It was Sept. 2. And yet I now had access to
specially priced bags of Halloween Kit Kats and Butterfingers.
Forget the fruit of knowledge, I would have damned all of mankind
for a simple Almond Joy at that most precarious of moral
I fled the aisle before I reached the point of no return. Joe
was still talking about whether he should let Aaron Rodgers go or
try to pick up a new quarterback in the draft. I don't think he had
noticed my absence.
"We have to go," I told him.
"Why?" Joe asked hopefully. "Are the boys done with all their
"No," I answered honestly. "But we don't have that much time for
you to Yelp all the good restaurants in Naperville."
If there is one thing Joe loves more than fantasy football, it
is finding a new restaurant. His eyes lit up at the promise of
foreign food and Yelp reviews.
By the time the day was over, Joe had acquired a stash of
football magazines, a full belly, and two sons who suddenly seemed
incapable of playing chess.
All in all, my husband considered it a perfect day.
Once I circled back to Walgreens and stocked up on Almond Joys,
I was right there with him.
And, to answer his earlier question, THIS is how we are still
Marianne is mother of three sons and the wife of a southside Irish fireman. She has learned that sometimes you're just too dumb to know what makes you happy. She blogs regularly at We Band of Mothers (webandofmothers.com) and curses with even greater frequency. Her material is written for the imperfect, the imprudent, and the impatient mothers who know that all this stuff is really very funny if you just give it a minute.
See more of Marianne's stories here.
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