Every year the beginning of February creeps up on me as January whizzes past in a flash and without me having realised, the Six Nations starts.
In my pre-Mama days, the Six Nations meant 5 weekends where I spent one day wearing my England shirt, probably drinking beer and getting frustrated at the telly along with hubby. It’s been a few years since I’ve had time to watch all of the games each weekend but many moons ago I was just as excited about each weekend as the hubby.
2008 at the Millennium Stadium, when there was so much time for rugby!
Since then, things have changed and the truth is that I sometimes feel like a bit of a rugby widow! Which kind of sucks, as I’d actually like to be doing the same as him.
Of a weekend now, our plans tend to include popping out to get anything that we need, lunch out, and play time in the afternoon. Sometimes we even have plans to see people, shocker! Whatever our plans, Sprog still has a nap and we still have some kind of a routine. That is until hubby remembers that the rugby is on and then, in his mind, everything should come to a halt.
I know I’m lucky in the respect that he doesn’t want to disappear to the pub for the day leaving Sprog and I without our family time. But he does sometimes make the mistake of thinking that Sprog will want to sit and watch a whole match without wanting to disturb his Daddy. ‘Uh Oh’ as Sprog says… that is sooooo not going to happen.
So this season for the Six Nations, I determined to somehow make rugby weekends into more of a family affair… any ideas would be hugely appreciated. How about any rugby arts and crafts that we could do at the same time as the match?!