As I type, Matt is in a car headed for Orlando, Florida. The AAU basketball team he coaches qualified for the national tournament. Last year we were spoiled because nationals for the age group he coached were only forty-five minutes away from our house. Orlando is a little further.
During basketball season, Matt is gone fairly often, but rarely overnight. And, while I can manage things on my own, he is my partner and it just doesn't feel right when he's not here. His team is talented and they have the potential to do really we in Florida. Unfortunately for me, this means he might be gone until a week from Sunday. That's ten days, not that I'm counting. Matt will be gone at least a week. This will be easier than the last time he was out of town for nationals, during my first set of grad school finals, but more difficult because we have two children now.
As much as I'm nervous about this time, I really shouldn't complain too much. Matt's parents are always a tremendous help, a great friend from college will be with us most of the day Saturday and Sunday, and my mom is coming from Sunday night until Wednesday night. There's a good chance that we'll all come out the other end alive.
But still. . . Ten. Days.