poor sport

i'll admit, i'm a huge poor sport. i'm not sure why exactly and no matter how much i try and control it, for some reason, it always creeps up on me. and seeing as how i married one of the most competitive people i have ever met in my life, my husband doesn't help the situation. i remember one night while dating, we played the board game risk into the wee hours of the night because i was determined to win. we must have played 3 rounds of the game and he, of course, won all three games. i finally got so frustrated, i threw my little army men on the bed and stormed out of the room.

well bless his little heart, because tonight he decided to pull out monopoly for a little family fun. and i have to say, with the blend of his competitiveness and my poor sportsmanship, PLUS all these wacky baby hormones...we were doomed from the start. and monopoly was no different than times past, especially when luck always seems to be in myka's hands and he ends up racking up houses and hotels within a few turns. it makes me mad! and throw in these wacky hormones, and i swear, we were lucky i didn't tear my fake little money in half and shove the house/hotels in places that are not appropriate for the blog.

so unfortunately, game night didn't end up as fun as it could have been...with me pouting and myka gloating. (he'll swear he didn't gloat, but he always does, which just adds to the frustration!) but thankfully my husband still loves me despite this horrible trait and i'm praying that baby b has his competitiveness and not my sportsmanship!