I was really irresponsible on Friday and bought a TON of Superbowl snacks at Costco. Hindsight tells me I shouldn't have bought them at Costco because it was only the four of us. But it enticed my family to do something we've never done in my kids lives, watch the Superbowl.
My husband and I actually watched every minute of the game; I missed the first two points because I was baking the snacks and had my back turned. But after that, I watched the whole game.
My kids had their laptops, but no matter how many times Dad wanted to explain to them how downs work so they too could follow the game, they only paid attention during the commercials.
I really don't care why they stayed the duration of the game: the snacks and/or the commercials, they stayed and it was family time no matter what it appeared to be to anyone who would walk in on the scenario.
My youngest was waiting for the Jaguar commercial with Tom Hittleston, which didn't play until the game was almost over.
My oldest had intended to join Steam Powered Giraffe fans at a fan event that was cancelled because of the Superbowl and moved to a different venue. Drama with a friend who couldn't make up her mind what she wanted to do ensued, my daughter avoids drama, therefore she stayed home with the family.
It made me happy because I'm overprotective and wasn't sure I was okay with her driving up to Everett on her own, meeting people on her own and making her way back home on her own. I acquiesced about letting her go at the point her friend was in the midst of her personal crisis of indecision and my daughter made the decision to spend the time with her family instead of being further subjected to the drama.
But like the reasons they sat and watched the Superbowl with us, it doesn't really matter why they were home. They were with us and we had fun; that's all that matters.