My husband works in film & TV which means that, at best, his hours are erratic; at worst, they’re a pain in the backside, making it difficult to book holidays, plan socialising or make promises about outings and events to the children.
So this current job seemed like a relief, really – 4 weeks of definite Mondays to Fridays, leaving at half six, home for 8ish. No weekends, no all-nighters, no last minute moving of schedules. Rock solid.
Except that, it transpired, the ‘Mondays’ involved in the “Monday to Friday” bit of the arrangement included this one, today: Bank Holiday.
So that was a bit of a bummer, for starters but hey, we’ve had a nice weekend and I’m totally used to being with our 3 kids on my own. The issue was that the talent he’s working with are personalities about whom our children are mildly nuts. How mean would it have been to not take the opportunity to let them visit their dad on set and meet Dick & Dom at the same time?
Again: not a massive problem. Until the weather forecast said that we’d hit the high ‘teens today. I will admit, I simmered with resentment. “To miss out on the sun to sit in a car for nigh on two hours, all up, simply to be in a vast studio for the sake of an hour or so?” I grumbled inwardly as I sat with the children in the garden this morning, legs out in shorts and browning nicely.
Every time they bickered, it was on the tip of my tongue to say “Right! That’s it! No visiting Daddy for you! Such rotten behaviour! As punishment, you must stay home and get changed into your cossies and run under the sprinkler and have water fights and eat ice cream!”
But I couldn’t, of course I couldn’t. My husband was dying to show off his kids and they were dying to see Daddy, Dick & Dom.
So we went. Yes, the traffic was foul in places and yes, the sun beat down tauntingly, tanning my window arm and little else. But when we got to the studio, everyone – Dick and Dom included! – were totally charming and welcoming, and the excitement our munchkins displayed, not to mention the pride with which my husband puffed up (well, possibly the catering may’ve have a hand in that … lord, these film crews help themselves to big portions!) made it all pretty much worth it.
Besides, it’s going to be 21 degrees tomorrow. And I will be sans the lot of them. 😉