I love game day! After spending most of the week dressed in workout gear and sweats, it’s the one day I get to throw on some heels and appear somewhat presentable to the world. Before the “thing with my hair” I would even attempt to style it to complete the look.
Hubby spends the day eating and sleeping to prepare for the game, while my daughter and I play dress up. We get to raid our closets and try on clothes that haven’t seen the light of day since the summer. I even dress the boys in something dapper.
I don’t have a full length mirror so I have to lay out my outfits and visualize how they would look
I’m giddy as I try on shoe after shoe and long for the day when I can wear them to actual events.
I do understand how ridiculous it may seem to wear 4 inch heels to a basketball game filled with sweaty men in hoodies, but for now it’s all I have.
Depending on the team that year, I may even have a few other wives to play dress up with, which does make it more fun. This year I’m the only one so I don’t get to have a partner in crime, but I’m excited nonetheless. I get to scream and shout for a few hours and really get my blood boiling, the kids get to run around and go somewhere other than school, and there are always fans wanting to interact so I’m guaranteed to have someone to talk to.
After the game we go out for a nice dinner and despite having three kids in tow, I pretend it’s date night. If I’m extra lucky we’ll high tail it to Istanbul for the weekend and I get to really raid my closet and pull out all the goodies. This weekend we got the win and a trip to Istanbul so I’m a happy camper and content to wait for the next week or two when we can do it all again.