‘So, Rebekah, what did you do last night?’
‘Ah, nuthin. We had a relaxing glass of wine and sat in the backyard. I even lit the chiminea. You know, the usual.’
Then Hubby told me to get all dressed up in my cutest clothes because he was taking me out.
Ok, so not really.
I stood for five hours in high heels on a concrete floor next to sweaty dancing people.
The bass drum ripped a hole in my chest and my ears are still ringing today.
I stood by while two tweens flirted with my husband after his performance. He did not respond to the flirting. I love that man.
We got home and fell into bed around 2 am and I had to get up for a photo shoot five hours later.
That’s normal, too..right?