I literally stumbled across your blog on google by searching “I hate that my husband coaches football”, lol. I too am a football widow and while I always loved that he coached and going to the games (I’m from a big city and my school didn’t have a football team), now that we have our daughter, I hate it. I hate that he’s not home to help me when I have had a crazed day; I hate that he misses all the funny cute things she’s doing now; I hate that I have no one to talk to but a one year old little girl. I know he wouldn’t chose his family over the team and while I understand the committment he made to coach this year, I feel like he is totally unavailable. He tries his best to get home before she has a bath and goes to bed but now we are in playoff mode and she probably won’t see much of him this week. We had her birthday party yesterday and I could see him watching the clock, wishing everyone would leave so he could break down game film. Kill joy. He keeps saying this is his last season for alittle while and I have expressed to him my desire for him to stop after this season. Now I have to deal with the guilt of telling him to stop doing something he loves to do and has been doing every year for the last 27 years. I want him to have his own life and do his thing but coaching football is not the activity when you have a small child at home. But, he loves it so much. Ugghhh, this is terrible.