My husband will be home within the next two weeks but until he is on “terra firma” I won’t believe it. Being on a ship is similar to that song Hotel California, ‘you can check-out anytime you like, but you can never leave’. I think when they said ‘check-out’ they only meant mentally, after all, it was the 80’s and well, never mind.
Anyway, as glamorous as my life pretends to be, here is a snippet of our daily conversations while he’s away:
Him: Hi honey, what have you done today?
Me: Nothing much.
Him: Oh okay, I’ll call you tomorrow, love you, Ciao.
Me: Sure, love you too, Ciao.
Him: Hi babe, how are you?
Me: I just washed all the floors and now I’m tired.
Him: Why? I’m not coming home for another month yet.
Me: Hardy, har, har. Coco puked on the floor.
Him: Ok, I’ll call you tomorrow, Ciao.
Me: Ok, love you, Ciao.
Him: Hi babe, what’re you doing?
Me: I’m seething mad, Fastweb keeps calling me!
Him: Oh, well you should…
Me: (What I hear is…wah, wah, wah.) What I say is: Okay, sure, I’ll do that tomorrow when I’ve calmed down (NOT).
And so our married bliss goes…
Many people ask me if we Skype, to which I just burst out laughing. Skype? So he can see me roll my eyes from abroad? Nah…we’ll save that shit for when he comes home 🙂
Oh, and one more thing. I did a kid’s lesson last week and we were supposed to be Pirates (way more fun than sailors if you ask me). But the little bastards refused to put their head scarfs on…*le sigh*. But here I am in the very yellow room which makes me look a bit seasick hahaha.
Would it be incredibly cheesy of me to link you to Styx “Come Sail Away”? I must be full of it then…here ya go!