So it’s happening again. A run ashore is imminent. My response to this varies wildly, so much so Popeye is now pretty cautious about how he tells me. My response SEEMS to depend on whether or not I’m on maternity leave and hormonal or have work the next day or not. There may be other factors at play here.
Basically I’m jealous of him and how free he can be. My life is tied down and full of adult responsibility. I have to be (vaguely) sensible. I have to be organised. His life, when he’s onboard, hasn’t really changed (outside of his job role), since he was 16.
If you have no kids and can go out and party hard yourself at the drop of a hat then good for you (teeny bit jealous here btw) . DO IT. Do it for ME if nothing else.
Forget all about how much fun they are having, who they are with, what super dooper clubs they are in, what exciting shinnanigans they are having and enjoy yourself.
However. If you cant get rat arsed on a Tuesday or Thursday from lunchtime onwards, because of silly, unimportant, things, like:
- Have to go to work the next day.
- You are woken up by small people screaming at you for boobs or porridge at the crack of fecking dawn every day of your life. Forever.
- You (shockingly) haven’t got stupid amounts of free money wanging around to spend on booze and taxis and casinos and more booze.
- You actually want to sit in, curled up with a
bottle of winecup of tea and bag of malteasers and watch new The Walking Dead, Stella or Modern Family or some new box set.
- Inviting your bestie round for a
bitch and gossipcatch up sounds like a much more appealing evening than having punctured ear drums and freshers spilling apple sours on you.
DONT feel bad. You are not alone. Most of the Navy and Military Wife/Partner population will be feeling the same, whilst skimming through sky+ and checking their phone.
Its NORMAL to feel jealous. They don’t have the same responsibilities as we do. To be there for our kids night and day 24/7. To go to work not smelling of sambouca and shame. To budget so we don’t, as a family, starve.
We have the luxury of a comfortable house around us, entertaining TV or company for good nights in. They don’t. They have honking pits, and are thrown together with others that, some of the time, are a bunch of pricks.
When Popeye is deployed and goes on a Run Ashore I try to empathise. And when I thought about it I realised holy crap of I was in the Navy I’d be out having a drink (or ten) too! After being stuck in that metal box for, possibly weeks, working all hours God sends and thinking about home and missing us and seeing our faces smiling down from above his bed whilst he plays the same Xbox game for a few hours of free time.
Shit man, I’d probably be drinking like a fish and dancing on tables in denial by the end of the night. It’s a form of escapism, denial and group consensus we’ve escaped in our normal lives.
So next time your Popeye lets slip he’s going out for a “quiet few” (obviously code for getting plastered and tattooed and ending up stealing a large decorative fish) try to quiet the inner jealous, wine deprived, pub deprived, eye shadow deprived, grown up conversation deprived, she wolf.
He’s going out either way so you might as well focus on all the good things youve got around you that he hasnt.
Bottom line is he would do anything to be sitting there next to you nicking that last malteaser rather than replaying the same night out over and over again for years.
P.s this does not mean you can’t remind him of all his nights out when he’s home so you can have a girls night out, complete with blackjack, vodka, possibly karaoke and all the glory of the “Mummy Lie In”. Life’s funny that way.
4 thoughts on “The run ashore”
You are so funny. Love it.
Fellow Navy Wife
Aww shucks 😊thank you x
It took me a second understand what “running ashore meant” we call them Port Calls.. We established one rule in our house when he first deployed~ if you have enough time to hit up the ATM, you have enough to call home for a few minutes…it took a few deployments but my sailor eventually caught on 😉
Ha thank you for the transatlantic translation! Yes just realised I didn’t really make it clear. To clarify: Run Ashore- to get alongside and get v v drunk all in the name of “work”. Thanks ninja! X