Gambling away Monday morning

I don't know why, but family poker night is working for us. We are notoriously bad at family "traditions." We don't even eat dinner together, which is basic practice in household community building. Yet we can barely shop, can hardly cook, and can rarely sit down alone, let alone together.

I've noticed that when I do eat with other people, say, a friend, I always finish far faster than my companion. When I was a kid I could blame my fast eating on my three brothers and that's just the way we ate. Now days, I blame it on a chronic lack of time. I'm always in a hurry. Always.

Maybe that's just an excuse and I should just admit to a lifetime of bad manners.

Yet lately Sunday nights have taken a different tone around this house. We sit down together. We take time together. We deal cards and anti up together. We slow down together. We're learning about the true value of a poker face, which no one in this household but me actually has, although it hasn't served me so well. But hey, it's just red, white, and blue chips and not real currency. And the beverage in my kids' stemmed glasses is just pink lemonade and nothing else. We are not glorifying drinking and gambling. We have simply found something that we like to do together.

At last.

By about 7:30 p.m. it's pretty much over. Time to get back to real life. Laundry. Dishes. Monday morning. The dreaded Monday morning which can give some people nausea for a good part of Sunday afternoon. Monday morning could almost evenhandedly ruin a glorious weekend, if it weren't for family poker night.

Thanks for coming over to the Charmer blog. Wishing you all the best Monday morning you can possibly have.

With love, T