My husband went back to work today so our weekend is officially over and yet for everyone else its Friday.
The kids went to school, and I drove him down the hill to the airport. We have been doing this a long time, and I have always been very ‘stoic’. Most times a few stray tears and the odd squeak from my throat will escape to which I will cover with a bark at the children or say I got to get going, but mostly I treat airport drop offs like ripping off a band-aid. It’s a shitty moment but its got to be done. Just get it done. The nonsentimental in me doesn’t drag it out by lifting the sides gently or talking about how it should be done. Just do it. Rip that sucker off. The band aid theory rules my drop off days infact it rules most difficult emotional moments. We kiss, hug, say thanks for the fantastic RNR and run. Should you decide to use this method and he looks confused just tell him to be grateful you stopped the car you have emotion to control, you can then commence conversations in the car when he is no longer in view via the phone- I never said it was perfect.
The above scenario it’s not heartless its tongue in cheek.
But this drop-off was different, and my ’emotion’ caught me by surprise. I actually commenced the ugly cry. He looked down at me as most must do when embracing me and said are you okay. It was with the question that this weird noise gurgled from my throat, I inhaled to sob before realizing catching myself and saying yes I’m fine.
I then proceeded to wipe the tears that ran, put on my sunglasses, laughed at myself as I got in the car and drove off without a second look because who knows what may have happened if I looked back.
Its five weeks this schmuck being me can do five weeks especially when the quality payoff is huge, but as I left, I’m sure I heard that not so little sucker say if I have to take the vessel to Singapore it might be longer.
Five weeks plus seven days out of phone contact and no return date. To that statement, I should have but didn’t reply but will here on my blog “dutyfree twice. Eternity by Calvin Klien and Jadore By Dior. Husband thank you and your welcome I know you love your job, its why I love you. Thank you for being amazing and sacrificing for us.Duty-free Singapore then again Cairns”
Anyway some stuff to start your weekend.
- 12 kinds of kindness because kindness should be spread like its french butter thickly and too much is never enough. Here.
- A vaccine for Alzheimer’s that’s just plain exciting stuff. Here.
- A few tips from parents who seem to know what they are doing and I can bet you they all wear white pants. Here.
- Why so many incompetent men become leaders. I’mm sure we all know one. Here.
xxDeb
