Duran Duran vs. My Husband

Today is one of those days where I have a million things to do and about two hours to finish them before I become a chauffeur for my 3 children.  In between my driving, I need to clean the house, do the laundry and cook dinner….almost impossible.  That said, today’s blog is going to be short and sweet.
I found a YouTube video (aptly named Bruce Springsteen vs. Your Husband) yesterday – I swear the person who created it was eavesdropping in my house the last time Duran Duran toured.  It’s word for word (sans the language) how any discussion involving my touring goes with my husband.  I am having trouble getting the video to inbed here properly – so here is the link…if I can figure out how to get it to work here, I will post it later when I have a free second.

The fact is – as I mentioned above, I have three kids and 5 schedules to try and work out before I go on “tour” so to speak.  (the idea of MY being gone for a week is ridiculous.  The longest I’ve ever been gone has been 5 days – and my husband swore that wouldn’t ever happen again.  We’ll see dear.)   I have to start planning nearly a month before I ever get on a plane or in my car to go anywhere – and the schedule that I have to leave behind for my husband to follow is color coded, marked in red, highlighted, crossed out….and he typically follows NONE OF IT.  My kids go absolutely crazy, and they are typically begging for my return about 3 hours into my trip.  They love their dad, but I’m the one that keeps the ship afloat around here, and the kids know that.

One would think (one who isn’t obsessed with a rock band, anyway), that if it were this much trouble to tour – that I’d just give it up and see them when they were here in town and convenient.  The fact is, and this is the one thing the video misses – is that it’s really not about the band anymore.  Yes, I love going to their concerts, and yes, I enjoy getting the little bit of interaction that I have with them when they’re up there and I’m close enough to the stage to enjoy. However, when I go to see Duran Duran, it’s also “Girls time”….something I don’t have at all here at home.  For the short time I’m “on tour”, I only have to worry about myself.  I can actually let down my hair a bit, I can eat first without having to make sure everyone else is served and settled, and I can have a full conversation with my friends without it being interrupted half a dozen times.  I get back a small part of the person I was before children, a husband and responsibilities beyond myself – and that my friends, is golden.

So that’s why *I* tour, and that’s why it’s worth the effort.  Yes, it’s about the band, but it’s also about me.

-R

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