For as long as I can remember, Sundays have meant football.
When I was younger, I think us kids kinda watched or were left to our own devices. Either way, football was on in the living room and you were quiet unless you were yelling at your team.
As a teen, I could often be found huddled on the couch, rooting for my Dallas Cowboys with my nose buried in a book. As a young mom, my son was often rocked to sleep with my cursing the refs under my breath.
Now, Sundays still mean football.
My fiance and I will often plan around-the-house activities for Sundays, knowing that we’ll have the games on in the background. Our dog has even fallen into the routine, he knows his Sundays are spent curled on the couch with my fiance while Scotty works on various projects and watches his fantasy team scores.
I spent today working on the blog while watching San Francisco and New Orleans battle it out. Edits were made while I rooted for Brandin Cooks (a former Oregon State player) and his fancy footwork. I answered emails while watching the highlights of my Cowboys who are over in London today.
We are a football family.
How does your family spend Sundays?