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We are two working mothers — Lauren Rose, the director of business development for Name Bubbles, and Betsy DeMars, the assistant managing editor at The Saratogian. Try as we may to be really good at both, balancing motherhood and career can get pretty messy. As professionals, work schedules and mommy schedules often collide. So, we plow through, hoping at the end of the day, our kids — Lauren's 5-year-old son and Betsy's 11-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter — know how much we love them.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Super Bowl Sunday silliness

Super Bowl Sunday was certainly interesting in my house. My 12-year-old son was super pumped about his team (the Patriots) being in the big game (which is why his mood went downhill toward the end of the game as is evidenced in this photo), and I think my husband probably was rooting for the Giants just to spite him a little.

For someone who isn't a hard-core Giants fan, my husband got very into this game. Early last week he told me he needed to find facepaint. Very important, apparently. I didn't know how crucial this was until he insisted we go to Ocean State Job Lot after church Sunday so he could find some.

I met with my Skidmore News students (I am their newspaper club adviser) in the afternoon instead of our normal evening meeting, so we all could watch the game. I came home to some wild and crazy stuff. My kids' faces were both painted in Patriots' colors with names and numbers of favorite players on their cheeks, and my husband's face was painted in blue and white with "NY" on his cheeks.
They were all whooped up and were heading next door to our neighbors' Super Bowl party to -- as my husband put it -- "raise a ruckus."

I admit I rolled my eyes at how nuts the three of them were acting -- especially my husband. I mean it was pretty over the top to see my 41-year-old husband with his face painted blue and white.

I was even pretty sarcastic when he said there was a little girl next door who thought he was the bees knees. "That's because you look like a smurf," I mocked.

But, now I'm doing some Monday morning quarterbacking on my behavior. The kids loved it, and he was being a fun person, something I think I used to be better at.
So even though my son was a bit depressed about his team's loss, the overall experience was certainly positive in my house.



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