Being A Sport's Widow Means I Get 'Me Time'

As I write this, I am sat in an empty house. This is my 'me time'. 

Over the past few (*cough* 20 or so *cough*) years you can bet I have done my fair share of weekend ferrying around to many football clubs, dance classes and gymnastic tournaments however, as the adults in the house we were never really the sporty types... until recently.

It is now just after Saturday lunch time, I joined my running group early this morning for a gentle five kilometre run then I came home and did the usual chores around the house and made lunch for everyone.  

The reason the house is empty is because my husband and son have driven to their shooting club in the next town. After seeing the rifle competitions at the Olympics in 2012, my youngest became really interested in the sport.  And yes, shooting IS a sport. The club teaches about conentration, discipline and respect in such a dangerous sport plus the boys can go and do their father/son bonding whilst being all manly and talking about different types of rifles and other stuff that bores me to tears.  
Having these few hours to myself means that I can tie up all those loose ends that seem to straggle themselves across the week.  Jobs that are tedious or just got forgotten about, blog posts that can be written or planned, watching a few YouTube videos and maybe even filming a couple of my own and - the ultimate in 'me time' - having a bath with NO interruptions.  I light a fragranced candle, gather my Kindle and a luxurious bubble bath and just soak until all my skin goes wrinkly.  Then I top up the hot water and chill out for another half an hour. 

I look forward to this time each week, as I know they do. Having our own interests is just as important to us as it is to do activities together as a family.  


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