It's a Hard Knock Life for a Coach's Wife

Photo: Donald J Boyles

Photo: Donald J Boyles

I have a love/hate relationship with my husband’s job.  That’s probably a strange phrase, but it’s reality.  I’m sure this feeling could translate to so many different professions – doctors, pastors, lawyers, etc.  There are so many positives to counteract the negatives in these fields, but there’s definitely a good amount of both.

You see, my husband doesn’t just love his job; he’s obsessed with it.  Yes, there are days that he comes home less than thrilled, but he’s usually blabbing my ear off about how this player got chosen for the All Star team and this player pitched a perfect game.  So what’s wrong with that?  Well, let me tell you…

He’s always plugged in.

I mean ALWAYS.  When a parent calls at 8:30 at night (when we’re eating dinner because that’s when he gets home), he answers it.  If another coach calls 12 times on a Sunday to figure out the details of their upcoming playoff game (Sundays are my only days of the week with him), he answers it.  If we’re watching a movie together, he’s usually multitasking by typing up the Weekly Parents Newsletter to make sure it goes out on time.  When you think the job is done, it’s not.  Work/life balance is not a thing. 

He doesn’t get paid crap.

He’s a teacher, y’all.  While I think this is the most back-asswards thing in America, it’s true.  Those that educate the future of our country DON’T GET PAID.  While I understand that the doctors and the lawyers of the world go to school for much longer and they’re responsible for people’s lives, teachers are responsible for their basic educations!  So I don’t even get to reap the financial reward for my husband never being home.  Instead I’m home working on our budget and texting him to make sure he doesn’t stop at Whataburger on his way home from the game at midnight because we’re still ballin’ on a budget. 

The girl who didn’t want kids for years has about 25 of them.

There are always teenagers at my house, but I don’t have a teenager.  They’re over for team dinner, they’re playing my husband’s PlayStation, or they’re getting ready to leave for team weekend.  They have a place to stay when they need it.  And, y’all… teenagers STINK.  They have stinky feet, I don’t think they shower very much, and there are a lot of active bodily functions.  I don’t have this natural motherly instinct that women are supposed to have.  I’m sure I’ll get it one day, but right now there’s no forgiveness.

Now let me tell you why I love it.

He’s always plugged in.

I always said that I was attracted to someone who was motivated and passionate, and Brandon Grant is the most motivated and passionate person that I know.  Sometimes this is a bit extreme for some people, but whether it’s yelling at an umpire or updating his friends (who probably don’t care) on his team’s current stats, this guy’s passion is apparent.  I love this passion.  While I get annoyed that it doesn’t turn off, I love that he cares so much.  I love that he genuinely cares about each kid’s well being.  I love that anytime he sees a wreck in the area, he immediately checks on his boys.  I love how excited he gets when one of them wins an award or gets accepted to college. 

He doesn’t get paid crap.

Okay, so I don’t love much about this.  However, I will say that it’s taught us a lot.  It’s taught us how to budget, and it’s taught us contentment.  While we’ll always want more (‘Merica), we’re learning to accept that there are just some things we can’t afford.  We’ve learned the hard way (see: Brandon’s truck), but we’re making it work. 

The girl who didn’t want kids for years has about 25 of them.

And I love them.  Yes, they stink.  But they’re hilarious.  My sense of humor is similar to a teenage boy’s, so I’m a-okay with the fact that their shoes are all over my floor, and they’re eating all of my food (Pro Tip: buy healthy food; they won’t touch it).  They know that there is always a place for them in our home, and I’m so proud that that is so apparent.

Next time you’re annoyed with the coach, just remember his wife is annoyed with him to.  I’m annoyed that another phone call has interrupted our meal.  I’m annoyed that I haven’t gotten to see him yet this week, and it’s Saturday.  I’m annoyed that he put in 80 hours a week and his paycheck won’t show it.  I’m annoyed that a loss ruined the weekend.  I’m annoyed that what all goes on behind the scenes to make these kids as successful as possible from his end goes unnoticed.  But there’s so much more to love.

PS/Quick Brag: Go Lago in the 3rd round of playoffs tonight!