No More Football.
Photo by Dave Adamson on Unsplash
You don’t know me.
But I know you.
In fact, I used to love you.
Fall Sundays centered around the schedule of my cherished Philadelphia Eagles.
Who am I kidding?
It wasn’t just Fall Sundays that were dedicated to football. I spent hours through the off-season reading articles and watching videos about the Eagles, swallowing up every detail. By the time pre-season arrived, I’d be able to break down the battle for fourth string tight end.
Yeah, I was a fanatic. But it was worth it.
Anyone Seen the Children?
Did you hear that?
It’s silence. At least it is in this home. Yes in the MMK home, the kids are gone. In fact, the blog has a new name.
Me Myself and Mrs.
Pretty exciting huh? I think this could draw the same type of fanfare as IHOP going to IHOB. By the way, I have to admit, I was curious about that.
Yup, for the week – just a short term thing = Mrs. MMK and I have been empty nesters. BR is spending his annual week at my mother’s place. And SJ is away at overnight camp.
I see myself in the mirror. I look my age. Or maybe more.
The little hair I do have is more grey than black. My jeans are snug at the thighs. My blue and white button down shirt is tucked in beyond my belt.
I’m stretching my left arm away from my body. I’m in the middle of my second set of 10. My shoulder – the reason I came in the first place – is lightly throbbing. It’s not pleasant but certainly bearable.
Mrs. MMK and I – not on date night.
It’s been nearly seven years since MeMyselfandKids first began. As Richie Ashburn used to say, “Hard to believe Harry” (Enjoy that reference Phillies fans).
Anyway, much has changed since MMK came into existence in the world itself and in my family. My children were four and seven when I first entered the blogosphere. And very needy.
While BR and SJ never suffered from separation anxiety – Mrs. MMK and I choose to be proud of this rather than question if our children love us – getting out was still a chore.