My husband just left for his third day of golf this week. I should mention he returned last Sunday from a 10 day golf trip to Scotland, his life long dream.
Going to the club for his third day of golf in a week is not an unusual thing. In fact it's a regular occurrence. It's just that he was gone for 10 days on his dream vacation while the kids and I stayed home. In addition, one the of the kids and I have had bronchitis most of the time he was gone and are still recovering. By the way, we have not been on a family vacation yet this summer. I am not necessarily complaining about the lack of a vacation because we are taking a trip to Disney in October. I am complaining about not having a moment to myself.
His idea of a round of golf (normal time 4 hours) is at least 5 hours. The 19Th hole (bar & grill) at the club takes up at least and extra hour. He has to wait for the rest of his "elite" group to come in and settle bets. Golf is just as much about the game as it is about gambling to his cronies.
I am so tired of sitting back and watching him plan his free time without so much as checking to see what we are doing. Meanwhile we sit around and wait for him to grace us with his presence when it is convenient for him. It's not that we sit around doing nothing. It's just that we would love to do some things as a family. I keep thinking he will figure out on his own that the kids childhoods are passing him by and before long they won't want to spend any time with us.
By no means am I suggesting he NOT play golf. I wouldn't want to live with him if he didn't. The golf course is his outlet. I would just like for him to be available to us first.
You know, I think I would like if he didn't play golf. But then he would have to be a different person. He would be one of those do-it-yourself home improvement guys building a gazebo with a swing for us to sip wine and watch the kids frolic. Or a weekend warrior that hikes 52 miles and pitches a tent for his family. All the while carrying a canoe on his back for us to glide peacefully down a river. Or coach the kids soccer team while simultaneously filming the game winning goal by our child.
But I digress... Did I mention he was the only man out of eleven others on that Scotland trip to have young children. The rest are single or have grown kids. I can't wait until I get to take a 10 day dream vacation with eleven of my girlfriends. I hope I live that long.
