Off on tour!

Off on tour!

So sat on the plane en route to Madrid, our 3rd and final destination before heading back to blighty. Tucking into my second glass of bubbles, I started thinking… I’d had a amazing week away with Pete and Co, had a tonne of fun (maybe a little too much at points) and I have come to realise that life as a travelling Tour Wife has definitely changed for me. A year or so BC (Before Children) I would head off to join Pete and the band somewhere whilst they were on the road. We got to see and explore some breathtaking parts of the world… some not so wonderful, but more often than not very pretty. We’d stay in beautiful hotels, find the best restaurants and have some pretty wild nights out. The point is, I was as free as a bird. If I was working away, I’d simply hop on a flight from wherever I was and join him. I’d arrive with nowhere near enough clothes to get by, however I was always prepared with the essentials, toothbrush, a pair of heels and some sort of jumpsuit. Seeing my boy was all I gave a shit about tbh. 

Then all of a sudden I was pregnant, must have been the heels and jumpsuit! Seriously though we were over moon but completely unprepared for how things were about to change. It was a massively welcomed change of course and both Pete and I adapted well and very quickly but the spontaneity was pushed to to one side and if I’m honest that was kind of tricky to get used to. I mean I was preggers at 20 so to be expected I guess…

I continued to visit Pete and still do now with both boys but we just have to really pre plan everything and more often than not ends up being a scaled down military operation. Cost (3 extra plane tix), hotel (family room) travel arrangements (bigger car), travel cost, travel cot, distance to travel, school rules, school hols, childcare, blah blah. Plus if not in one place for 3 days or more it’s generally more stress than it is worth. I know we all have to deal with this, that’s just the way it is, that’s called ‘Being Parents’ but the dramatic halt to freedom was what got me drinking oh I mean thinking ha.

Anyway, back to the week away, the very rare child free week away!

My mum and Pete’s mum took some time off work and juggled the childcare so I could have some time away and have some fun with my boyf and the bunch of mates that were joining us! Legends. Thanks mums!

It started with 4 days in Ibiza and 1 gig… What could go wrong?

My word… The hangover… I was not expecting that! This shit was real, I’d gone in hard, way too hard for day 1, although certain others had gone in harder. I’d set the bar, I’m a 28 year old mum of 2, fuck spontaneity, I need fresh fish and a face time sesh with my boys.

The gig was mega as per and as it was our last night so I decided to raise the bar one last time. Ibiza airport, 10am, my husband to be shaking his head disapprovingly and holding my bags as I release approximately 2 litres of Strawberry Daiquiri that my stomach had been locking away for the last 7 hours into a nearby plant pot. Let’s just say I’ve had better days.

Fragile to say the least me and Pete decided to have a super chilled final few days in Bordeaux and Madrid (especially with 2 gigs to go) which I can honestly say we definitely did. Cute dinners, a lot of walking and sober convo quickly pulled me back together. I’m older, I’m a mother and although I'd had an amazing time I really don’t miss the madness.

A week away from home was the longest I’d ever spent away from my babies and I found it pretty hard to be honest. I felt guilty as I was away for Dylan’s first day back into Yr3 and knew that thing’s probs weren't being done the way we like to do them back at home which was frustrating at times but you've got to have space and time away, such a tricky balance.

We were both so excited to get home to the boys and were smothered with cuddles and kisses on arrival. I couldn’t get enough of them. Dylan looked like he’d grown 5 inches and Rudy’s speech seemed to have come on leaps and bounds. Well he’d started saying ‘Gravy’ and ‘Cuppa’ after spending 3 days with Pete’s mum but still all part of his new vocabulary. It felt good to be home, just about recharged and ready to get back into routine again. Next trip without the boys? OUR HONEYMOON!!!

 

Portia x

 

The dream team

The dream team

The faces of relief to be in beautiful Bordeaux

The faces of relief to be in beautiful Bordeaux

Peace...

Peace...

... and quiet!

... and quiet!

The final gig of the week, they went on stage at 1am!!

The final gig of the week, they went on stage at 1am!!

But the crowd was worth it!

But the crowd was worth it!

HOME to my favourite humans!

HOME to my favourite humans!

A Delicate Subject

A Delicate Subject

The Ibiza Blues

The Ibiza Blues