Three weeks ago I became a soccer widow. My husband coaches girls soccer at his high school, he coaches a classic traveling team, and he’s the go-to person for this, that, and the other soccer thing. He’s at practice every day after school, then two nights for the club team when he doesn’t have games with his high school girls. Weekends? A
I should be sad about this, right? He spends less time around the house. He’s gone many nights during the week. I’m left to chauffeur the kids to their own soccer practices and dance classes and birthday parties. And—ugh—I have to figure out what’s for dinner. Worse—make it. So I guess I should be in mourning. Wearing black every day (oh wait—I do anyway). I should be grieving the loss of my husband for four months.
Instead, I’m happy.
1) I looooove soccer. I love watching my husband’s girls play soccer.
2) On some home game nights, my kids get to run around with their friends while I
3) The rare weekend I accompany him on his soccer adventures—FUN!!!
And the real reason for my recently widowed bliss:
4) Away games + congratulatory/consolation
Yep. I want my husband out of the house so I can write.
There. I said it. I’m a selfish cotton-headed ninnymuggin.
It’s not that I want my husband gone all the time. I don’t. But the few nights I can stay up late writing on nights he’s not there means I’ll be able to spend quality time with him when he is. His coaching soccer creates quite the symbiotic relationship.
Tomorrow night my husband’s girls have their first official game. (PS—Go Cards!) And while the end of an exhausting work week usually spells an early Friday night, I’m staying up. Late. And enjoying some time with my imaginary friends.
So bring on the games—lots of them.
Cause while my hubby’s got game, I’m about to get my write on.
And that makes for one
So, how about you? Do you secretly relish your significant other’s absence? What do you do when he/she is gone?