Alas, I am, yet again, days away from not seeing my husband for approximately one month. It’s hitting me in a different and difficult way today, compared to other tours.
The blues don’t usually set in until after Jay has left, when I come home from work to find the little dog sitting alone on the couch with weepy eyes and all Jay’s tour bags gone from the house.
This time around, the blues thought they would visit me early, leaving me on the verge of tears all day. I admit, I feel silly, but I also understand where it is coming from.
From the minute he returned from the Touche tour, Jay has been busy day and night with the studio and work. I’ve barely had the chance to see him, it seems. I may have mentioned before, the week leading up to tour is always busy with extra projects and tying up loose ends. That husband of mine is a hard worker and a hell of a provider.
Plus, the night before they leave, there is band practice and we don’t exactly get that last night to ourselves.
Wah wah wah, I know, shut up. I will now. But I know I am not the only band wife - or girlfriend - who goes through this, so I thought it was worth a share. The takeaway here is that I am proud of and love my husband and I am going to miss him to death.
What do you do to chase away the pre-tour blues?