Hey you guys, I’m back! All I can do is massively apologise for letting my blog slide these last few months
pretty much a year. But like I’ve said to you before, I felt like a fraud, a trickster, a charlatan, basically for being happy.
The mythical shore draft was everything we have dreamt about (and by “we” I mean navy wives, not sailors).
I’ve had almost 18 months of help, of weekday evenings watching TV together, of having an actual adult physically there to co-parent with.
I have been living the dream and loving it.
But unfortunately, like every dream at some point you have to wake up
So I will be a “normal” navy wife again soon. Popeye is due back on ship at some point in the not too distant future and I will go back to living my life and routine at the whim of the Royal Navy.
It was fun while it lasted. I guess now the kids are a bit older I will have more
stressful and slightly unhinged hilarious anecdotes to share with you.
I have visions of parents evenings, after school clubs and general feral children running through my mind. I can only assume that that, plus marriage to a sailor, will provide good writing material?
I’ve always been a glass half full kind of girl.
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