Husband drove up to Yorkshire this morning for a meeting. It's a 4 hour drive and on the way home, as he stopped about halfways for a late lunch, he stayed nearly 2 hours to watch the entire England game. This means he got home after dinner and after one kiddo was already in bed.
To add a couple of caveats to this, he isn't English - he is AUSTRALIAN and his team plays later tonight. Plus he has a regular fitness class on Wednesdays and has now been home for all of 25 minutes and is heading out again.
I'm not anti-football. In fact, I'm quite into the sport myself. But I feel like he chose football over his family today.