Family Fun Night?

Who knew that my husband could ruin five loved filled years of Family Fun Night with five words…

It is “family fun night” – and I for one am not happy.

Fridays in our house are typically something we Holloways all look forward to. The kiddos wake up on Friday mornings asking what it is we plan on doing after school. The plan itself varies from week to week and sometimes it has yet to even be planned, so we tell the children that it is a “surprise” – and that seems to be enough to get them on their school buses with smiles and giggles…

Family fun night was an impromptu idea I created to cheer up one of my disappointed munchkins who was having some sort of heart ache or disappointment – that of which I can no longer recall. Fun night quickly grew into a weekly tradition.

For five years happy Holloways could always be found each Friday night here in Norton….

Tonight after we had finished our dinner together and cleaned off the kitchen table, the kiddos and I waited to see what my husband had planned for the evening’s fun and festivities. Our game nights are typically not overly complicated. We have special snacks and play games such as charades, our own version of “win lose or draw”.

Sometimes the kids are happy just to play the Wii together or a simple game of Uno, Clue, Twister or Apples to Apples. Some nights it seems that it does not take very much to make everyone happy.

Except for tonight…

This evening’s game choice was horrifying.

In all the years we have played and enjoyed ourselves on Family fun night we have never played this game.


Why is this – you ask?  Well, aside from being extremely difficult for the two littles of our group to understand or enjoy, I considered this particular game to be a cursed and torturous activity only to be played by wicked and evil people…

It is true, I can prove it.

We have kept this malevolent game tucked away – as it was a gift and a Star Wars collector’s edition at that! But tonight it made it’s way to my kitchen table in an attempt to ruin my fun. I shook my head and crossed my arms like a two year old about to throw a temper tantrum and glared at my husband….

My children gathered curiously around the Star Wars decorated board. They pushed  and fought each other in attempts to grab at the silver figurines they wished to use as their player pieces for the game. They kept protective arms around their money stash – while glaring distrusting looks at each other…  It was awful…

My husband had ruined five loved filled years of Family Fun Night with five words…

“Let’s play Star Wars Monopoly!”

 I could feel the game come to life as it laughed at me and viciously stole the happy tranquility of my home. The game mocked me – as it led me into believing that I could break the consistent cycle of annihilation and poverty that it has casted upon me year after year after year during my childhood.. I could feel the game cheer as I purchased the wrong properties, landed on utilities I did not own and get repeatedly thrown in jail without receiving my paycheck of $200.

After two hours of martyrdom, sad faces and listening to my husband as the banker and rule keeper.. I had enough. I could no longer swallow away the lump in my throat as I watched the transformation of my children.. in particular my second child, my oldest son… With what began the game as a happy and curious little eight year old boy was now a sullen, dark circle eyed --  Gollum like child.  I would not have the game take it’s toll on him as it had on me so many years ago..

As the game took all but 20 dollars of my son’s Monopoly money and had just landed him in jail for the tenth time… I decided it was time to act. I abruptly knocked over my recently jailed Chewbacca onto his side and said, “Oh, no! I just died! But the good news is that I have left behind an inheritance!!” And with that I handed out all my money and properties to my four mislead and momentarily lost babies…

My husband looked offended as my four children cheered with delight. 

I had wanted to pick up Chewbacca and throw him at the banker – but that would not have been very nice.

And, I play nice…

Afterwards, I left the kitchen to plop myself on the couch with a cup of tea, a blanket and a good book – smiling as the joy returned to my house once more…

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Kelly A. Mello December 03, 2012 at 07:41 PM
I can totally relate to this post Annemarie. My friends and I have met for Monopoly Night on Fridays, and I have yet to win a game. The competitor in me is very frustrated! Monopoly has a way of lulling you in and destroying your confidence...and thus making you bitter toward family and friends. I still love playing it though!
Annemarie Holloway December 03, 2012 at 07:49 PM
Haha Kelly! It's brutal! I cannot say I love playing it.. I am always wishful the outcome will be different!! The game hates me!!! The best part of all this was how speechless I left my husband... There are no rules about killing off your player piece and dishing out your money to the loser!!! HA!


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