So now that hubby is an NCAA assistant football coach, a dream job with a most excellent private college, a job he so deserves, a job he loves, a job that affords him a few little perks like this weekend attending and being a part of the Forty-Niners’mini camp, a job that will allow him several opportunities to watch his youngest son play under the Friday Night Lights (unless hubby’s team has an out of town game, of which there are a couple) a job where he will learn much, has one teensy weensy draw back.
I have become so accustomed to him being here and us doing most everything together that the thought of sharing him bugs me. A lot. A whole lot. Now, I’m not a selfish girl. When he wanted to be a cop, I was almost cool with it. I knew he’d be great at the job. I knew there would be concessions and sacrifices on both our ends. Raising four children with him working crazy shifts and me launching a business, wasn’t easy. Many times we just said hello as we raced past each other going in opposite directions. There were days on end when the kids knew daddy was home, but because he slept during the day and was gone before they got home from school they didn’t see him. There were many, many days when he coached ours son’s Little League team’s where he didn’t seep for two days because if he did he would not be able to be out on the field. Those were his cranky days. Some say he’s still cranky but what that is, is his intolerance for inconsiderate, assholes. He has no patience for liars, and excuse makers. Poor guy, the world is full of them. I tell him to just ignore it, but his sense of right and wrong is so ingrained, such a strong part of his fabric he can’t. But I digress.
I would never begrudge my husband his bliss, and his bliss is coaching. He loves it. He’s good at it and his kids respond to him. One of the duties he has been charged with in his new coaching role is recruiting. I listened to him chat with a few recruits the other night. His excitement is infectious. He was able to get two to commit on the phone. His enthusiasm is contagious, and while I am very, very happy for him, I keep feeling a little left out. Maybe like he does when I’m up in my office pounding away on the keyboard breathing life into characters. But at least I’m just upstairs…
Okay, Karin needs to get a life, a life during the time her globetrotting coach husband is out talking X’s and O’s and hanging out with the Pro’s.
I guess this means I’ll be turning in books well ahead of deadline. Not a bad thing. Or maybe I’ll be going to a lot of Saturday college football games.
What about you? Do you miss your significant other when they’re gone or do you rub your hands in anticipation for some alone time? (And I would be lying if I said I don’t enjoy my alone time. I love it when the house is quiet and completely mine and I know I only have myself and my dogs and cat to attend to).