Married 16 years. Two DC. DH has always gone to football every Saturday and often a week night too (home and way games) , + every European championship and every World Cup since we have been together.
Over the years I have pretty much accepted it. He is a pretty great husband and father. He is self employed and works mostly from home during the day (I work full time) and he does an equal share of childcare, ferrying kids around etc.
If I want to go out with friends, he happily has the kids (although this is not often - I had a weekend away last week for a friends 40th and before that hadn't been out since mid December).
Housework - he will put on a wash, do the dishwasher, swish around the kitchen with a cloth and happily cooks 2 or 3 nights a week, but the heavy duty housework is left to me as he has low standards and doesn't notice it.
We get on well most of the time. He is kind, caring, funny and respectful. But suddenly, this football hobby/obsession is really starting to hack me off...and I don't know if I am being a mardy arse or not?
I just feel trapped by it. I can NEVER go out on a Saturday unless its booked in months in advance. It feels like he goes out on the piss all day and night every Saturday while I basically shop, cook, clean and mind our DC. He also has to work 2-3 weekday evenings out of the house (not set days) so its tricky to socialise or have a hobby outside the house/gym etc during the week.
Am I being a princess? I don't know. He is a lovely bloke in other respects. I was ill this week and he waited on me hand and foot, for example. But its this regime of every Saturday off he goes...most weeks he is off to footie one night too...and I am dictated to by his regime. Arghhhh. AIBU?