The change of the seasons, the weather getting cooler, the crisp air, the spicy smells, the harvest, the beautiful colors of nature, the hint that the holidays are on the their way.
I have always loved canning tomatoes, or corn, or peaches, or grapes with my Grandma and Mom and sisters. I loved to go on walks in the brisk cool air, in the evening, or going for drives in the mountains to see the trees as their leaves change with the season.
Fall was by far my favorite season....
for the past 10+ years, Autumn has brought on a whole new meaning.
Now, instead of looking forward to fall, it comes upon me, finding me in a state of dread.
Only one thing could cause this much anxiety.
Ten years ago, I met my husband. It was summer, and we spent a lot of time together. We spents hours together by the pool, stayed up late into the night, just to talk, went to concerts, went camping. Monday nights we made a tradition of getting pizza and renting a movie. Then as August neared it's end, and the impending fall approached, the true colors of my summer romance unfolded.
I discovered that my true love was none other than.....
....a football fanatic.
So now, from the months of September to February, I am alone. Left to bask in the glory of those sportsless summer days, longing for the first signs of Spring.....the first signs that football season is finally over.
I am a football widow.
So, instead of spending our Sunday and Monday evenings, going for walks, driving in the canyon, looking at the lovely fall colors, teaching our children about nature, talking about the Gospel, reading our scriptures, every Family Home Evening is spent in the basement. In front of the TV. Watching Football.
I have become accustomed to taking my Sunday nap to the tune of football noises in the background. It's like hypnosis. If football comes on....I suddenly become tired, and I just can't seem to stay awake.
And the last couple of years, it's gotten even worse, with this new Fantasy Sports craze. So, now, I can't even cuddle with my man during football games. My spot his been so insenstively replaced by his laptop.
I have been shoved into the #2 position by a freakin' computer, people!
As we speak, my man is downstairs, catching up on his games, making sure all his players on his "team" are doing well, so he can get the most points. That about as much as I can understand. Beyond that, I'm as clueless as I am about the actual rules of football.
Don't get me wrong, I truly support my husbands addiction...ahem, I mean, hobby. And I really do enjoy going to live games with him. (Because of the people watching opportunities)
So, I have a new favorite website. WAFS. Women Against Fantasy Sports.
Seriously go check it out. It's like a support group for sports widows, like me.
Except yesterday, my husband asked me if there was a HAB support group. (Husbands Against Blogging). Ha Ha....he's cute and funny!....
So, I ask you. Are any of you out there also mourning football widows?