Do you ever imagine how your pick up and drop offs are going to be? Long and affectionate? Pick ups are exciting as they should be. I plan what I’m going to wear, how he looks, I get the full butterfly effect of a first date. Love it. Its why I love FIFO so much. On pick ups I also don’t usually care who in the world see’s me kiss and cuddle this amazing human being I call my husband.
Drop offs they are different. We literally drop off on the side walk of the airport kiss cuddle like its our last one and make a run for it. We don’t go into the terminal per say. I’m actually surprised that we don’t just open the door and the kids hoist him out as I continue moving out the airport drive. Its part of the routine that dad is just off to work. And who in their right minds celebrate going to work?
So this month he has worked most of it doing the civilian thing. Didn’t like it. At. All. Get it? We will not be going back to that any time soon. So not having really seen him much I had in my head this romantic good bye. We only had B2 in the car (B1 and B3 opted to stay home after an amazing day Saturday..more later..see so well adjusted are my boys to the whole FIFO thing a good bye at home was cool..cool) so it was do able..this romantic idea in my head…making up for what I felt I missed out on..you know due to that thing called 9-5. The scenario? A little bit of a lingering kiss, a nibble here, caress there..ending perhaps with someone whispering in my ear get a room…get the idea. Its not something I’m normally up for but well I missed out on some important stuff this month..important..I feel entitled and damn if my fear of public affection was going to get in the way.
So I get out of the car, straighten my skirt, fluff my and hair bite my lips (forgot the damn lippy). B2 says his goodbyes gets back in the car and I sidle up next to my larger than life husband getting ready to live out the scenario that is playing in my head to some cheesy Barry white song…I’m getting ready..I lean in for the first lingering kiss my husband smiling. And then so does the security guard..and that’s where he stays..the security guard that is. No further than three feet from me and my fine looking husband. I look at my watch I haven’t been here more than two minutes..I look at the security guard in disbelief..he looks around like he is chasing a fly with those dark beady eyes…I’m giving him the look you know the look? He stands there still knowing I’m looking at him tapping his clip board with the antenna of his bloody walking talking.
Awkward my husband says picking up his bag and giving me the same kiss and cuddle he just gave my five year old.
Barry White stops. The moment gone. Damn that beady eyed romance robbing security guard. Damn him stealing the cheesy Barry white moves playing out in my head. Damn him. Damn that civilian job this past month. Damn my fear of public displays of affection.
Damn it! but that’s the beauty there is always next month.
xx Deb
