I have never really been a band wife. I've never been the one left at home with the kids. Alone. With a husband who is in a different city every night. And said husband may think he knows what his schedule is. For instance, he may think he knows when he'll be home.
But he rarely does.
And so the band wife is at home, alone with the kids, thinking that her husband will be home at 4pm on Monday. And she is looking forward to his return because after all she has been home alone with the kids...oh and she loves her man.
But the gig runs late and then the bus breaks down, and by the way when he gets home he has a rehearsal that he didn't know about and so, he's very sorry, but he won't actually be home until Wednesday around 10pm.
Oh, and the gig he has on Friday? Well, he'll have to leave on Thursday to get there. No, not Thursday night, Thursday morning. He's so sorry, but it looks like he'll be gone until the following Tuesday at 9pm.
Such has been my life for the last month.
Which is why I blogged not a bit last week.
To say that I'm overwhelmed is an overwhelming understatement. I'm hoping that this kind of exhaustion is the stuff that makes steel out of your soul. Right now I'd just be happy for a couple if hours. Alone.
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