Back to being a Tour Wife
Ahh this morning. This morning was a funny one for me. It was one of those mornings where you wake up and forget that you’ve got something you really don’t want to happen happening. That feeling of pure dread.
I woke up with familiar sounds of the boys in the living room playing nicely together. The familiar (and definitely way too loud for any time of the day) sounds of toys being rammed into one another, in this case it was a remote control car being rammed into other toys or the dogs bed. Lola has now learnt that mornings in the living room are a war zone! Rudy will either try and get into bed with her and just sit on top of her (his way of giving her a love), tip her out of her bed or stick his fingers in her ears, eyes or ass - don’t worry, this is something we are working on with our little heavy handed angel devil child, but for now Lola knows the safest place for her is to sleep is outside mine and Pete’s bedroom (Pete doesn't let her in but no joke as I’m writing this she’s just strutted into my room - soz Pete).
Then that feeling of dread I’ve managed to keep so neatly folded away for months is now starting to unfold and hits me like a ton of the heaviest bricks ever… Pete’s going on tour today!! Fuuuuuuck, heart breaks in two and falls to the floor!
For as long as we’ve been together (9 years this year) he’s always been going on tour for long periods of time and it’s fucking hard! Hard being apart from the person who knows you best in the whole world, the one person who just gets you but also hard not having the other parent around so you can hand over the child who’s being a bit of a nightmare that day. Or when you ask them to do bath time so you can have a 10 min breather. Or tag team the early mornings. This year I’ve been spoilt. He’s been home for the majority of it and I've loved every second. But it is his job and now he needs to get back to it. Broken heart falls to the floor and now shatters into tiny pieces and no, I am definitely not being over dramatic.
I’ll be honest with you though, he is only going up North and will be in England for another month so there isn't a time difference to deal with and knowing that he's still in the UK does make me feel more comforted and if I’m honest the house really is generally tidier when he’s away and I don't eat as much crap. She says eyeing up a Gu lemon cheesecake.
You’d expect us to have planned a lovely morning together like going for breakfast or a nice walk… No, that wasn't the case. Pete had to go to the council office to sort out a parking permit and I was off taking Dylan to school with Rudy and Lola in tow. We get to the school gates, I kiss Dylan goodbye and then one of the mums turns to me and says “Oh, I didn't recognise you for a moment then… You look the spitting image of John Lennon today…” John Lennon?! JOHN FUCKING LENNON?! I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s a dude. But WHAT THE ACTAUL FUCK?! Cheers mate. Obviously and annoyingly I politely smile it off. I’m floored. I don't know what to say to that kind of comment at 8.50am. So, yeah, that put a jolly spring in my step for the morning. Maybe I’ll reconsider growing my hair then… We get home and before I know it it’s time to say goodbye to my boyf. Obvs I try stalling him and ask him to do silly little things which he falls for a couple of times but then realises what I'm doing. The final straw was when I ask him to put an address into the sat nav for me which was a straight up no! Kisses and cuddles for the world to see and then I’m off (meeting a couple of mates at City Farm). A couple of minutes into my journey and I notice that Pete has filled up the tank in the car for me. Literally one of the cutest things ever.
Now it's time to get stuck into this year of our hectic schedules because the clock is ticking away for 2018 and we can't bloody wait!