Why we might never play board games in our house again...

I'm ashamed to admit it (again) but I'm a poor sport. Like seriously, throw my stuff and stomp off bad sport. A couple years ago on our private family blog I posted about my problem and I'm here to admit that I haven't gotten it under much control in the past couple years. 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. It should have been a sign for him to turn and run.


And a few nights during my pregnancy two years ago, we'd pull out monopoly for a little family fun. And with the blend of his competitiveness and my poor sportsmanship, PLUS all those wacky baby hormones...we were doomed from the start. And monopoly was no different then, especially when luck always seems to be in M's hands and he ends up racking up houses and hotels within a few turns. It infuriated me 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 this blog. 


So yea, you can see why it MIGHT have been smart for both M and I to avoid any of those competitive games and maybe even throw them out. But no, we didn't and instead the conversation went a little like this:


Me: Hey, baby, do you want to play a game tonight?
M: Of course. What are thinking of playing?
Me: Oh, I dunno. I was thinking maybe Monopoly
M: Of course baby, I'd love to play Monopoly with you.
Me: Ok, let's do this then!


Seriously, that conversation is pretty much verbatim and we started off excited. Neither one of us thinking about all our past failures to play board games nicely.

But unfortunately, game night didn't end up as fun as it could have been...Fifteen minutes after we started, M had three hotels, I was owing him $1200 rent and I ended up pouting, throwing my money, yelling "I hate this game and am never playing it again!"

Yea, not one of my finer moments. And I don't even have anything like pregnancy hormones to blame my outburst on like I did a couple years ago. Shameful.

Thankfully my husband still loves me despite this horrible trait and I'm praying that Little Miss B didn't pick up on any of my bad habits and ultimately has his competitiveness and not my sportsmanship. Seriously, we might never play board games in our house again. And I think (as you can see) that might be a good thing.