Darn you football!

Pity party—table for one. Today was our last day off before going back to work for another school year. Don’t get me wrong, I love teaching and I can’t wait to get back. Seriously.

What I am dreading are the Friday nights and Saturdays alone. My husband is a coach—a football coach in Texas. He is actually a middle school coach (football, basketball, and soccer/track/tennis), but he has responsibilities to the high school on Fridays and Saturdays during football season. During the week he has his own middle school games and practices and then the weekends are full of his high school duties.

He is off on Sundays, but he has grad school work to complete. (Truly, I don’t mind this due to the fact that he is working toward a Master’s degree in Administration.) He is actually a really busy guy. Aside from grad school, he is a department head, a team leader for his grade level, coaches the 3-4 sports I mentioned above, he is part of the leadership team at school-- I could go on and on.

But, today, we hung out! We filled our new car up with gas and we headed to the San Antonio area. We went out to eat—which never happens during football season, we went shopping, I even convinced him to head into Home Goods--and we looked around. In my book, it was an awesome day.

So, as I mentioned, I was a little saddened because I know that today is the last day that I will really see my husband until the end of football season which is November 5th—if they don’t make the playoffs. I guess if I didn’t like hanging out with him so much, it wouldn’t bother me.

In the past, I would go to the Friday night games. This year they raised the prices and I don’t really want to pay $8 to go to a game where my husband is sitting in the press box writing down stats for the high school team. Coaches’ wives don’t get a discount! (Nor do teachers who work in the district.) Ah well.

So, I hope to make some friends at my new school that want to hang out on Friday nights. I might even paint the downstairs of my house. And, I will also begin the countdown to when I get to see my husband again….13 more weekends to be exact.

Then, my pity party will be over, hopefully. Maybe, just maybe, he will be able to get out of coaching next year?