It is easy to become frustrated with you when you haven’t been home for the 400th meltdown and for the 50th fight requiring a referee. It’s easy to not care about what you’ve been doing while I have been handling the home front, but I do truly care.
Author: Ashley McMurtry
Ashley graduated from Newberry College in South Carolina after double-sporting and majoring in biology. Following undergraduate school, she pursued a graduate degree in a doctoral program for physical therapy at Medical University of South Carolina. She and her husband (coach) have been married for 10 years this year and have 4 girls with age range 9 months to 7 years.
Even When Coach is Gone All the Time, I am Not Alone and I am Not Forgotten
In trying to scrap up their first win, there were sooooo many long nights of stress, of games, of practices, trying to get a little closer to the goal. Sometimes, even sacrificing his “home team” for more scouting, more film, more scheming. Something. Anything to get over the hump.
I couldn’t wait for the season to end. But now that it’s over I want it back.
But, it seems as though once it’s over, we are missing something. The end of the season messes with my mo-jo.
We’re Heading Into Our Second Sport, and I’m Calling Out an SOS.
After two and a half hours of a screaming baby (who never fusses) and three other littles who weren’t following any instructions (because who wants to follow those once you are home from school), I needed a sub. I sent out my SOS text. It was met with a call.