What will happen over the next 12 days will be my attempt at not losing my mind. This morning my husband left on tour. No, not a tour in the military, a tour with one of the bands he plays guitar in. I know this is nothing compared to what you military wives go through, but for me…it is my own personal hell.
See, I’m what you would call a worry wart. I stress and worry about everyone else but myself. I worry so much I make myself sick. I don’t worry that he will do something wrong, I just worry because he is so far away from home. I worry about the late night, long distance driving…sleepy rockstars driving a big ‘ol van while pulling a trailer and choking on cheezy poofs.
Many people have asked me why I don’t go with him. Let me ask you something…would you want to be trapped in a van for hours on end with a bunch of men? Men who may or may not attempt to eat a 72 oz steak? Men that will be eating fast food and drinking beer daily…for nearly 2 weeks? I think not.
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