No, Nick did not leave me.
I honestly think he has had his moments, because that is the reality of eleven years of marriage-eventually you WILL annoy the other person at some point. Thankfully, my husband still likes me enough to stick around.
I only feel like a single mom these days. The reason? It is baseball season.
No, I am not a baseball widow because my husband likes to watch the Reds every day (oh wait, he does), but because he is a baseball coach, I am left on my own most days.
He has been the assistant junior high coach for years, so I have been used to it. However, this year, he was offered the JV head coach position. Awesome promotion and fun for him-exhaustion for me.
I suppose it would not be so bad if I did not have the perfect storm of kids playing spring sports at the same time. My week usually looks like this...
Kids come home from school, I make dinner that most people on AARP would find too early, then we go to whatever practice comes first. Sometimes I feed and drive extra kids. At least twice a week, I am dropping off Abby and possible teammate, then going to Caleb's practice, while another mom brings Abby to me or keeps her until we come home.
Carpooling is, without a doubt, one of the best things ever thought of in the world. Without it, I would be lost and possibly insane.
Again, I was used to this in the evenings as Nick has been a coach for years. However, this year, there are more games AND Abby is playing select soccer, which means that the schedule constantly changes. This organized, lives by her calendar, mom does not appreciate that.
Another added bonus of the JV job is Saturday games. Nick is now missing most of Caleb's soccer games and some of Abby's soccer games. As much as I am exhausted, going to all their games by myself and chasing Noah on the sidelines the entire time, I know that it is killing him to miss their games. Yet, it comes with the job.
I think I reached my breaking point the other day.
Abby had a tournament on the west side of the city. For those not familiar with Cincinnati, the east side and the west side are like different countries. You just do not cross them very often. I do not quite understand it, but after eleven years of living here, I have come to accept it.
Regardless of this rule, many of Abby's games and tournaments are over there so I have been navigating my way around new places. Between this particular tournament and Caleb's own game back on our side of the city, I found myself driving all three kids to the west side for Abby's first game, racing back to the east side for Caleb's game, then hurrying back over to Abby's second game on the west side.
I really wish I could find a way to write off all this mileage on my taxes.
I never thought I would be one of those parents who kept their kids busy. We try hard not to be that way-they can (usually) only participate in one activity at a time, we lay low during the summer and winter months, and on our days of no games, we make a point to stay home. When I think about the busy schedule we have right now, I have come to realize that only I am the one who is tired. Abby's going to her thing, Caleb's going to his thing, Noah's having fun wherever he is and I am the one trying to be everywhere at once, while chasing the fun-loving Noah.
I want to cry sometimes and ask, "What has happened to my life?" Then I see the look on Caleb's face when he scores a goal and the fist bump that he gives his teammates when they do well. I see the little skip and grin that Abby has every time she defends the ball well. I see them having fun and running around outside.
I see how happy Nick is when he is coaching the game that he loves.
And it makes it all worth it.