This happens every fall. You'd think I'd be used to being a family of 1 + dog + .2 husband. I'm not. When football comes into full swing, I feel like a needy, unloved wife who constantly begs for more time with the hubs. It's not that I never get to see him, it's that he's tired, sweaty, smelly and crabby from about July-November. This year is 10x worse than any of the prior six though because he's working about 13 hour days to fit in the $ that a real job means and the pride that the part-time, mostly at night outside gig gives him. I fully support him in both endeavors, in fact I love watching him coach on the field every Friday night. He's so great with the kids and I can tell they respect him.
Instead, I spend waaay too much time watching cooking shows, stalking on facebook and playing catch with the dog.
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