She says...
Wow, what a weekend.
Mr Rocker walked through the arrivals' doors at the airport and I had butterflies in my tummy. It was so wonderful to see him after two weeks and that feeling just stayed with us all weekend. We had time alone too so it was a good balance - loads of time to reload the "spank bank" and plot and scheme. We find talking about sex almost as exciting as the act, just as well considering how much time we have spent apart! It is this rekindling of intimacy that has got the Rockers rocking. To say that this weekend was awesome is understating it somewhat. Our mojo's are back with a vengence! Watch this space, you're bound to get to read the effects of the prodigal libidos. We stayed at our friends' homes so there was no hotel sex, sorry Mrs Pervert. Good sex, but not with the wild abandon of an anonymous room.
We spent time with old friends, celebrated a birthday and chatted for hours. There's just something about being around a dinner table with a full tummy and a good bottle of wine, catching up on each other's lives. In fact, chatting around the dinner table is one of my favourite places to be. Considering that we were all footloose and fancy free in one city ten years ago, we all live in different cities (and country for us) and our lives have all moved one. The shared history is still there though and it's a good base for laughs and friendship.
Now that we are home, it feels as if we're on honeymoon. We've had quiet dinners for two and enjoyed every moment of it being just the two of us - not to say that we don't miss the kids, but we've decided to make the most of the situation and focus on the positives instead of wallowing in the melancholy that the kids' absence has left in our lives. It is truly amazing to be able to have an uninterrupted conversation as two adults.
So, dear followers, we thank you for your loyalty during the "dry" spell but we promise to entertain you once more now that we're more "together".
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Getting there
She says...
The past month has been a tough one and I'm not sure that I ever want January 2011 back again. The Rockers are now split across three different cities, Mr in one, the kids in another and me in a third. Totally ridiculous but the end is in sight. Tomorrow is Mr Rocker's last working day at his current workplace and then he moves back to our home country full-time. To say that I am excited about the prospect of waking up next to him every day is the understatement of the year. He's been away for two weeks and tomorrow I get to see him for the first time. I cannot wait to see him, I get butterflies in my tummy just thinking about my first glimpse of him.
We are both doing better and coming to grips with the emotional rollercoaster of sending our children away. The kids are doing well at their new schools and settling into the routine of boarding. At home, we're having to settle into the life of not having them around - I still rush home from work and when I get here I wonder what why I was racing to be home. Makes no sense and I realise that it will take a little time for me to "unlearn" my "mom" behaviour as that has been fundamental to my life for the past 13 years.
We're going away this weekend, just Mr Rocker and I, to (try) have some fun and remind ourselves of how hedonistic life was before we had kids - dinners with friends, sleeping late, nursing hangovers, long boozey lunches and general "misbehaviour". Also going to see U2 in concert, it's been a long time since they played in Africa and as avid fans, we'll be behaving like wild teenagers - I will at least, Mr Rocker maybe not.
We're trying to get rocking again, it's important to us and we really need to keep our readers coming back for more of our crackpot theories. So watch this space, the Rockers are hoping to be back in full force soon.
The past month has been a tough one and I'm not sure that I ever want January 2011 back again. The Rockers are now split across three different cities, Mr in one, the kids in another and me in a third. Totally ridiculous but the end is in sight. Tomorrow is Mr Rocker's last working day at his current workplace and then he moves back to our home country full-time. To say that I am excited about the prospect of waking up next to him every day is the understatement of the year. He's been away for two weeks and tomorrow I get to see him for the first time. I cannot wait to see him, I get butterflies in my tummy just thinking about my first glimpse of him.
We are both doing better and coming to grips with the emotional rollercoaster of sending our children away. The kids are doing well at their new schools and settling into the routine of boarding. At home, we're having to settle into the life of not having them around - I still rush home from work and when I get here I wonder what why I was racing to be home. Makes no sense and I realise that it will take a little time for me to "unlearn" my "mom" behaviour as that has been fundamental to my life for the past 13 years.
We're going away this weekend, just Mr Rocker and I, to (try) have some fun and remind ourselves of how hedonistic life was before we had kids - dinners with friends, sleeping late, nursing hangovers, long boozey lunches and general "misbehaviour". Also going to see U2 in concert, it's been a long time since they played in Africa and as avid fans, we'll be behaving like wild teenagers - I will at least, Mr Rocker maybe not.
We're trying to get rocking again, it's important to us and we really need to keep our readers coming back for more of our crackpot theories. So watch this space, the Rockers are hoping to be back in full force soon.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
All on my own
She says...
I have been on my own since last Tuesday. Mr Rocker is working away and the children are at school. It is the first time since our 13 year old was born that I have been completely on my own. The work days seem to pass by relatively quickly and the evenings are short - I get in quite late, make something to eat, maybe do some work that I've brought home and before you know it, it's time for bed.
The weekends are another story though. I planned activities to keep myself occupied - Saturday was split between pampering sessions (at the hair salon and the beauty parlour) and work. Our factory was running on Saturday in order to deliver on a tight deadline so someone had to oversee it. Luckily I was able to pop in at various times during the day to keep an eye on production and still have my pampering done.
Saturday evening I spent with friends having a barbeque overlooking the most beautiful lake - they really are very fortunate to wake up to that stunning vista every morning. The Fish Eagles flew overhead and we were kept entertained by a Yellow-billed Kite swooping down to catch a field mouse. It was all very idyllc. Yet, despite the good company and stunning location, there was just something missing. I have been to loads of events/outings without my man over the years due to the huge amount of travelling that he has been forced to do but somehow last night was different. I felt his absence so keenly that I regretted having accepted the invitation. Don't ask me why I felt different, I have no idea. I knew that he was somewhere where he was needed far more than I needed him to be with me (he was visiting our children) and I was happy that he was with our children. But, and there is always a but, I missed him dreadfully.
I have come to realise that in the anguish that the separation from the children has brought on, I want nothing more than to be home and close to the person who completes me and with whom my soul finds peace. Mr Rocker is able, through his mere presence, to bring perspective to my life and without saying a word calms my fears. I regret that at 38 years old I am still not able to bring on that calm state of being for myself but that I am reliant on someone else to help me achieve that.
I realise that I am not a self-contained person and perhaps it's not too late to make a resolution that in 2011 I will find a way to peace on my own. I would really like to be different because neediness does not sit well with me.
Only another week to go....
I have been on my own since last Tuesday. Mr Rocker is working away and the children are at school. It is the first time since our 13 year old was born that I have been completely on my own. The work days seem to pass by relatively quickly and the evenings are short - I get in quite late, make something to eat, maybe do some work that I've brought home and before you know it, it's time for bed.
The weekends are another story though. I planned activities to keep myself occupied - Saturday was split between pampering sessions (at the hair salon and the beauty parlour) and work. Our factory was running on Saturday in order to deliver on a tight deadline so someone had to oversee it. Luckily I was able to pop in at various times during the day to keep an eye on production and still have my pampering done.
Saturday evening I spent with friends having a barbeque overlooking the most beautiful lake - they really are very fortunate to wake up to that stunning vista every morning. The Fish Eagles flew overhead and we were kept entertained by a Yellow-billed Kite swooping down to catch a field mouse. It was all very idyllc. Yet, despite the good company and stunning location, there was just something missing. I have been to loads of events/outings without my man over the years due to the huge amount of travelling that he has been forced to do but somehow last night was different. I felt his absence so keenly that I regretted having accepted the invitation. Don't ask me why I felt different, I have no idea. I knew that he was somewhere where he was needed far more than I needed him to be with me (he was visiting our children) and I was happy that he was with our children. But, and there is always a but, I missed him dreadfully.
I have come to realise that in the anguish that the separation from the children has brought on, I want nothing more than to be home and close to the person who completes me and with whom my soul finds peace. Mr Rocker is able, through his mere presence, to bring perspective to my life and without saying a word calms my fears. I regret that at 38 years old I am still not able to bring on that calm state of being for myself but that I am reliant on someone else to help me achieve that.
I realise that I am not a self-contained person and perhaps it's not too late to make a resolution that in 2011 I will find a way to peace on my own. I would really like to be different because neediness does not sit well with me.
Only another week to go....
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