The Times, They Are A’Changin’!!

So if you’ve followed this blog at all (and you probably haven’t) I’ve written about change and transition A LOT. It’s a huge part of the whole coaching lifestyle. Well, that call finally came for us. But not in any way close to how I imagined it coming. A couple of months ago, in the midst of what I can describe only as smack dab in the middle of the darkest period in my adult life, I was shuttling our 2 girls to a gymnastics meet 5 hours away, solo. I was solo because our family had suffered the unimaginable loss of my husband’s 27 year old cousin, suddenly and without much warning. While we were reeling, the competitive gymnastics season trucked on and so did we. He stayed behind for the service and visitation and the girls and I tearfully and reluctantly left town.

I wasn’t 2 hours away when he called with news that we had been waiting for….we had a new opportunity. And not a coaching opportunity either. Something that would keep him not only in the same state, but the same town! All the time! And he wouldn’t have to travel, save for a weekend here, a week or so there, maybe 3 times a year. No more late nights at the office, no more juggling soccer and gymnastics with recruiting trips, pregame meals and last minute emergencies at the field. No more missing entire weekends of activities because the team is in another country.

No more tailgating…no more wives outings…no more sisterhood…no more bear hugs from linemen who are dripping in sweat and bleeding from some unseen gash in their heads but don’t feel a thing…no more hearing, “Hi mama!” from 80 boys on a daily basis…with one decision, everything we’ve ever known as a family was turned on it’s head. At first I wanted so badly to tell him to say no. We made it through this long, we can make it work again. Then I thought of the 6 children under the age of 13 whose fathers or mothers I have buried in the last 6 months and I instantly knew what we had to do. So The Decision was made, he accepted, we hung up the clipboard and whistle and we’re in the mad dash of moving.

I’ve written a ton of blogs about purging, organizing, getting your ish in check for a move. Guess what? I didn’t listen to a damn thing I wrote. Not. A. Thing. 7 trips to the dump, countless garbage bags and many, MANY late nights later, my house is getting there. We have a showing on Thursday and don’t EVEN get me started about how much THAT stresses me out, so I’m down to crunch time. Laundry has been done, down to the last sock, the only rooms I have left that need some serious work are the kitchen and my youngest daughter’s room. Both of which are small and pretty easy. Then I just need to run a quick vacuum and broom over things and breathe. Riiiiight.

In the meantime, we have nowhere to live in our new town (which is 400 miles and 6 hours away), I don’t have a job yet and my husband leaves in exactly 13 days. No big. I always told myself our first move was going to be so exciting and an adventure and the best times in our lives. HA! Have I MET me?! Have I seen how insane I get when things are out of my control? I’m funny.

The last wrinkle of all of this is the good byes. Last night I saw the staff and wives for the first time since we made The Decision. It was easier than I thought it would be, but coaches wives are a special group. We (yes, I still consider myself a coaches wife even though technically I’m not one anymore) are used to transition and moves. We know goodbye is inevitable and it’s part of the game. So there were hugs and “I’ll miss you’s” and “we’ll have dinner before you go!” This week I’m meeting with another group of ladies who I’ve grown close to over the years and next week I put on my last seminar here.

While the good byes are hard, I’m so excited for the next chapter. Being able to have time as a family has been an amazing experience and while I wouldn’t trade the last 6 years of our lives for anything on this Earth, I can’t wait to go to a college game this fall, as a family. ❤


It’s That Time…..

It’s almost here, folks!! SPRING!! With it means flowers blooming, trees budding, sun, warm weather and, of course SPRING BALL!! Whether it’s Spring Training in baseball or your local college team knocking off some mothballs after a long (for some of us, it’s felt REALLY long) winter, we are officially in countdown mode!! With spring comes something else in college football family land….moving. Coaches are nomadic by profession and, by extension, so are their families. We lost a fabulous coach this offseason to a much larger, much more recognized school. His wife is here until the summer and then she too is on her way to bigger and better things. While I will miss them immensely, it got me thinking. This is scary. My husband and I don’t have a traditional relationship. I met him AFTER he began coaching. I owned my own home and we’ve been fortunate to be in one place for quite some time. Despite being let go when our former head coach retired, he was quickly picked up by the new staff and retained so moving has not been an issue for us yet. That brings me to the point of this blog:


If you’ve lived in one place for more than 5 minutes and have kids, you probably have stuff too. Lots and lots of stuff. I was looking around recently and realized I need to do some serious spring cleaning. We still have crib sets from my daughters when they were babies. They are now 6 and almost 9. Pretty sure I don’t need those anymore….why I’ve held onto them so long is a mystery but one thing I know is that they can’t stay any longer. No, we’re not moving (I don’t think) but when we do, I will most likely be flying solo. Do I want to pack up 9 years’ worth of clutter, art projects, old blankets and the hodgepodge of dishes we own? Nope. Sure don’t. As I was pondering this fact, a friend of mine posted a link to her Facebook that seemingly answered a lot of my questions. It’s called the 40 Bags in 40 Days challenge and it looks easy enough, even for someone as busy as I am. The premise is, you pick one spot per day for 40 days and de-clutter it. It can be a drawer, a shelf, an entire room, your freezer, the pantry, whatever you want. And it can be any size bag from a grocery store plastic bag to a heavy-duty contractor’s bag. There is no set rule as to what you have to do with the stuff as long as it leaves your house. I know exactly where I’m going to start. I’ve been sorting clothes and old toys for an upcoming consignment sale and as of now, they’re kind of tossed into a corner. I have a perfectly good Rubbermaid container that’s currently empty but I haven’t taken the time to sort the items into it. I now have a project for tonight! The blog I’m going to link to even has a daily checklist to keep you on track and a Facebook “support group” to join. I know I’m in and hopefully by the time our Spring game rolls around, my house will no longer be the main source of stress in my world! Here is the blog. Happy de-cluttering!!