Ode to the Football Widow

In honor of my little sis, my friends, and all of the coaches’ wives out there, I thought you all deserved a little shout out for what you endure for your honeys.  I’m sure if I asked them, they would all agree that they couldn’t do it without you!   

Ode to the Football Widow

I could not have imagined the chaos that is now my life,

The day I became a coach’s wife.

I like football, don’t get me wrong,

But our romance no longer resembles a love song.

It all begins with two-a-days late summer.

I know it’s coming, but still, it’s a bummer.

My hubby goes in to football mode.

I prepare for away games, on the road.

I am suddenly forced to parent alone.

Just thinking about it makes me groan.

As much time as he passionately invests,

I’m thinking, this year, we’ll be the best.

I get all decked out in our team colors and cheer,

Disguising my anxiety, nervousness and fear.

I try to watch each and every play,

But I’m also watching my kids, so they’re not in the way.

As the weeks go by and the season wears on,

I start to get used to him being gone.

I want it to last, cause that means they’re winning.

And in football mode, you want him grinning.

Sometimes I struggle with the void in our lives.

Thank the Lord for the other wives!

We’re there for each other, and when someone needs us,

We come to the rescue with chocolate and ‘ritas.

Win or lose, when the season is over,

I’m always there with a welcoming shoulder.

We will survive another season then football will be over.

I look forward to some time to recover.

The joy is short-lived, I hate to report,

Cause if you’re hubby’s like mine, he coaches another sport.

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