Two hours a week of straight, no-guilt knitting time - gone. Why you ask? Because I got conned into coaching my son's basketball team this year. I used to spend practice and game time, happily knitting away on something simple - it was the perfect sock knitting time. I could knit and still watch what was going on. But this time around, we have lost a few coaches, and the convener cornered me, and basically guilted me into it. "You're at all the games and practices". True - I really like watching the kids play. "You know the game." True. I played in high school and university, and refereed through school as well. Well, crap. I had no argument against it. I couldn't really use the "But I'd rather knit, and let the kids suffer." defence. So myself and another Dad are taking over team A1 (first order of business - a new team name!). So instead of needles and wool in my hands, there will be a clipboard and basketball.
I may sound like I'm complaining, but in reality? I'm kind of looking forward to it. Just remind me of those words in about a month...
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You go girl!! Can you name the team something knitting related? The Throwers or DPNS, just a thought.
If they have out of town games, you can teach the team to knit to brighten their bus time.
I'm with KnitTech. Name em something knit related. The Muggles?
The "volunteer" years of parenting definitely coincided with my skinniest years of knitting output - but as you say, it is all worth it in the end!
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