This morning we had a rare moment. The Coach and I were both awake and still in bed. At the same time. I know, right? He usually gets up at 5. And I . . . don't. Get up at 5. Ugh.
As I came to consciousness and realized he was STILL THERE, I rolled over and noticed he was staring at the ceiling.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked him.
"How to stop Davis." He answered. (Our opponent for this week's football game, of course.)
Almost like, "Duh. What else would I be thinking about?" And honestly if I hadn't just been waking up, I wouldn't have even asked. Only half asleep would I wonder what he's thinking about.
I get it. I do.
After 19 years and fewer trips to the 2nd week of playoffs, it's a big deal.
Most people probably realize that being married to a football coach requires a lot of time in the practice and game sense.
What they may not realize is that during football season, my precious man eats, sleeps, and breathes football. He watches film, diagrams plays, jots notes on film, the laptop, his ipad, and countless sheets of paper.
He gets up at five everyday to watch more film. Even on Saturday.
Even when we don't get home from games until midnight. He's up and back at it 5 hours later.
I'm not complaining.
I'm tired, but I'm not complaining.
I've grown to love football, too. I've managed to become a screaming, jumping, crazy, maniacal fan in the four years MY boy has been out there playing with the Varsity. I'm the embarrassment of the Coach's family - all who sit calmly no matter what the bad call or interception or last minute hail mary pass for a touchdown. And yes, it's OK if they act like I'm not related.
But when preparing for the week's game IS our life here at the troops. . . it's a big deal.
Of course my preparations are different. I'm thinking who is riding with us to the game (one time I accidentally ended up with more kids than seats - oops!)? How far away is it and how early do we need to leave? Will we eat dinner before we leave or on the way? Do I have directions or an address and have I saved them on my phone (sometimes you just have to find the right highway exit and look for the lights!) Do I have enough cash to get umpteen kids into the game and are the stadium seats and blankets in the van from last week? Will everyone need hats/gloves/coats? Will the Coach be able to ride home with us or will he be taking the bus back to school (This is huge because it means I either have help putting the kids to bed at 11:30. . . or I don't.)?
So you can see it's what we do. And it's a lot of work for my man. And our troops.
It's a lot of fun, too.
And although I'm eversograteful for the character it's developed in my husband and sons (with many more years to come, Lord willing), it's great fun to win, too.
I'm pretty sure my character has grown in a negative sense. As I may or may not have screamed "ARE YOU KIDDING ME???" at a call or two last Friday.
I'm not proud of this, of course.
But I sure am proud of my Crusaders.
GO BIG BLUE!
(Here's to hoping that basketball season leaves more time for writing? HA!)