Flashback Friday: I’ve Lost My Husband to Soccer

Someone raided the kitchen on his own this morning and freed the graham crackers.


[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]I[/dropcap]t’s that time again.

When one is married to a European, one must recognize that when it comes to soccer … sorry … when it comes to football and the World Cup, life as one normally knows it is put on hold for a few weeks so the European can watch (either online or on television) while teams from around the world duke it out to be the global champions.

At least, that’s how it is at my house.

I’ve written about this before.

For this Flashback Friday, I’m sharing the post I wrote about losing my husband to soccer. I wrote it in 2008, when I was pregnant with Lola and Miss C was five years old. It wasn’t during World Cup, but it doesn’t matter. It’s all the same. (Well, he’ll argue with me that it ISN’T, but you know .. it is.)

You can read it HERE.