I spent much of the weekend doing things around the house, things I typically do but not all in one weekend and certainly not of my own volition. I just found time somehow. Things like edging the driveway, straightening my closet, etc. Things that typically require at least one (ok, maybe 3) comments from my wife. I couldn’t figure it out. Then, as I was straightening up some tools in the laundry room I realized what was going on (I think).
My wife and I don’t have any kids other than our dog Walker and we got him on a whim, so I’m not entirely positive on this but I’ve heard from lots of folks about how women act when the baby is on the way. Well, college football is my metaphorical baby, and it’s almost here. On some subconscious level I was getting everything in it’s right place so that when football arrived I’d be ready. No possibilities of having to do anything on a weekend that would remove my focus from the new arrival.
Now let me say that I’m not entirely sure what actual nesting entails but from what I’ve been able to gather it involves copious amounts of cleaning and organizing. I’m assuming the idea there is more that all things are properly accounted for when the bundle of joy (college football) arrives. Male nesting for football season involved more outdoor-sy projects like grass cutting, edging, trimming, etc. I even did a small carpentry project I’ve been putting off for months. I honestly couldn’t figure out why I felt compelled to actually get all of these things done that I’ve put off for various reasons but now it makes sense. College football is almost here and a part of me knew I needed to be ready for it. I didn’t actually understand why I was doing those things but a part of me knew it was the right thing to do. I can’t afford to be trying to trim my shrubs on a random Thursday when South Carolina will be playing NC State in an hour. We play South Carolina in week 2, I can’t just let that game go unwatched. At this point, I’d settle for San Jose St. and New Mexico going at each other. OK, maybe not, but I reserve the right to decide now that I’ve cleared the majority of the honey-do list. I have to be able to focus on the important things, right?
So with my lawn now in order, bring on college football. I’m ready. Are you?