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Monday, 1 October 2012

Coming home

I have spent the last week in London, alone.

My husband wasn't there.

I was working and socialising so much that there were days when he would call and I would only have time to say a quick 'I love you, sleep well'.

I really did burn the candle at both ends.

By day I was working hard helping to run a prestigious art gallery in Mayfair and by night I was meeting up with all my friends and family who I hadn't seen in months.

I had a great time but I am now exhausted.

In just a month I managed to meet two new Dd friends, stay with two different cousins, an aunty and second cousin, attend two champagne gallery parties, see the Beach Boys in their reunion tour, have lunch with three university friends, attend a friend's hen party and see countless other friends.

I am now completely and totally exhausted.

On a positive note though, being so busy has meant that there hasn't been a spare minute to feel down.

On my way home on the train my husband called me.

'I can't want for you to come home', he said. 'I need you here'.

'Do you feel better when I am with you where you can protect me?'

'Yes'. He said, without hesitation.  'I haven't had to trust you for so long without me being their to look after you, for years'.

'I know'. I said. 'I'm coming home now so you can'.

'Good'. He said. 'We can have our family back together, the way it should be'.

My man had a point.  There is only so much gallivanting you can do when you are a wife and mother and I certainly did feel guilty about it.

So I am now home, the house is immaculate, I have been in bed on time and have been loving and courteous -  and boy does it feel good! I am not cut out for the London-thing any more.

Pre-marriage I would spend all week working in London but now, I have to admit, although it was lovely to be there and working in a setting that I don't often work in, I missed the country, I missed my home comforts, I missed my house but most of all I missed my darling daughter and loving, protective husband.

The question is, after so many days of freedom, where I could pretty much go where I wanted to go and do what I wanted to (within reason), how easily will I be able to fit back into our little marital bliss?

It has felt pretty natural so far and I am rather shocked at how natural it has felt.

We shall have to see.

My darling man does seem to be waiting for any excuse to remind me of who is boss, so I had better watch out!

But it is very very good to be home!



  1. Glad you had a great time and your homecoming was terrific too.

  2. Wow, sounds like a very busy and fun time away. I love the phone call from your husband, very sweet :) I bet you are glad to be back home.

    Readjusting back to 'normality' in this lifestyle after a period of separation can be really hard, but it sounds like you are doing great. Good on you!

    Now you just have to keep it up! :)

  3. "There's no place like home." Sounds like you had a wonderful trip and made some good memories, to think about while you are in the comforts of home. God Bless You and Yours, Belle L.

  4. Sounds like your transition back home is going really smoothly!