I’m back and *hopefully* Ebola free.

Jeez.  Life doesn’t wait for anyone.  She just carries on, oblivious to anything that might require a time-out.  No degree of heartache, joy, anxiety or celebration slows her down.  You just need to take whatever she gives you and deal with it.  At your own time, for she’s not one to show sympathy or empathy just because you’re having a bad day.  Or a good one for that matter.

One might expect that she would have a little consideration for trauma and allow for a slow and painless transition into normal existence.  One might expect that surviving the reality of travelling in West Africa would allow you some sort of break.  A moment to catch your breath.  I was, after all, dealing with lethal disease, flying in shady planes, standing in overlong queues and waiting forever on people who seems to have patience as a superpower.

Nonetheless, travelling around dark Africa has given me an immeasurable appreciation for my own country, or like the people in Accra refers to it, African Europe.  I’ve been back for three days, but there hasn’t even been time to celebrate me being back; life did not provide me with the easy transition I was hoping for.

School hasn’t even been postponed.  Can you believe it?  After arriving in the middle of the night on Tuesday, my kids still had to get up and get ready for school on Wednesday, which means I had to get up as well.  I know!  I was shocked to hear that this kind of thing actually happened everyday whilst I was in Ghana.  *gasp*  Life didn’t even notice I was gone.

Even more surprising was the fact that my kids still requires motivation, cohersing and threats, just to complete all the necessities of getting ready for school, you know those unreasonable things we expect them to do, like getting dressed, eating and/or brushing their teeth.

I always wonder what would happen if parents just abdicate the nagging.  We’ll probably end up with countless, unfed, illiterate children, hanging around gaming consoles in their pyjamas, harbouring disgusting body odour and serious dental problems.

But life is actually not that bad.  She’s not really that big of a bi-atch.

I just stand back in awe and inspiration, when I know that Wife is doing all this everyday, normal stuff when I’m travelling.  And she does it on her own as siblings are really not big on helping siblings, unless, of course, “helping” implies reporting each other’s actions to Mom.

When I’m on foreign soil dealing with flight schedules, custom procedures, hotel bookings, taxi drivers, meeting notes and an obsessive need to wash my hands with alcohol induced handwash, she’s running our household AND her job.  She ensures that life goes on.  She ensures that everything happens like it should.  She adds “Dad” to her already overloaded resume, which include but are not limited to: Care taker, teacher, doctor, driver, judge, event planner, cook, gardener, banker, secretary, manager, wizard, fairy godmother and superhero.

Wife ensures that our kids doesn’t feel the full impact of the bump, the emptiness of the small vacuum that I’m hoping I leave behind when I travel.

Isn’t she amazing?

The concept of “Home sweet home” becomes an understatement of ginormous proportions when you’ve been away to a place that doesn’t appear on a travel agent’s brochure.  When I return home there’s a lot of great moments, but the greatest one has to be when I greet the Wife and we stand together in silence, locked in the longest hug recorded by man, and I feel her absolute relief.  I feel all her concern and anxiety slowly drifting out of her soul like morning mist chased by the warm glow of the sun.

And nothing on earth makes me feel more welcome.  Or more loved.

Then I run into the house and look for my kids. I need to share the love and shake the house…

Daddy. Is. Back!

34 thoughts on “I’m back and *hopefully* Ebola free.

  1. Good to hear that you are home safe and sound with your alcohol hand wash 🙂 yes, wives in general have superpowers and this is often overlooked. I am glad you took a moment to appreciate her and all her natural talents, next time you get annoyed with her nagging, please read your own post 🙂


  2. Wow, you know it is lovely to read that SOMEONE out there fully appreciates the work that goes on when the Other Half is off travelling with work. When *I* am (as I rarely am) away, funnily enough the in-laws come to stay.
    But, yes, that feeling of relief is so true. I must remember to get that hug with my man when he comes home tonight – BEFORE he gets swung into the chaos of bedtime…


    • I for one, fully comprehend the effort that goes into running a household when one of the duo is not there. I’ve done it once. Maybe twice. It’s hard work.

      And that hug might be a very good idea, obviously depending on what “chaos of bedtime” you are referring too. *insert little red smiling devil*


      • I’m talking ‘one 6 year old who has spent the whole week playing sport, including all day today at football camp, and is completely shattered but has stayed up to see Daddy get home; plus in-laws who have arrived 4 hours previously and have got in the way, and wound up son, as well as creating more mess everywhere than two adults have any right to do’ type of bedtime chaos.

        Not the other kind.

        I haven’t had the written request, in triplicate, 30 days in advance, for that…


      • Oh. Understood. 😉

        By the way, I’m exhausted just reading that first paragraph. I’m going to take a nap.

        Just need to close my office door quickly. And put that “Important meeting – Please be quiet and do not disturb” sign on the door…


      • Yes, *he* is exhausted. Yesterday I spent two hours knitting and nattering while he played tennis; then two hours reading a book in the sunshine as he cycled round a track (very proud of him, there. Track cycling on a fixed gear bike, no brakes, toes clipped in, saddle the size and shape of razor wire, with 9-12 year olds and he is only 6. /end boast)

        Today, sadly, as it is an all-day camp, I am in the office trying to focus on writing a tender and persuading someone that we are the best choice for business improvement consultancy. We are, of course; I am just hate writing the tenders.

        Which is why I am on here….


  3. Hi! Found you while surfing Africa.
    Always refreshing to see a man appreciate the work and effort of their women…..really great.
    This was a nice read. welcome home!


    • She claims she’ busy and it is difficult to follow my blog whilst teaching 25 grade one’s…Excuses excuses, I know…

      Jokes aside. She reads them on my smart phone…but the really romantic ones I print and put on the fridge. You’ll be surprised at the points you score.


  4. What a good husband you are. All we really require is appreciation, after all. And jewelry.
    So glad you’re home free. Just by the way, you gotta wait 24 hours for alcohol to kill germs. And viruses aren’t killed by anything, but hand washing with soap can move a virus from the hand down the drain.
    Welcome home.


    • Good man.
      You said you’re a compulsive hand washer… Just think how many little ebolas took it to the sewer because of you. Hand washing is the best way to keep germ free- that’s my point. Unless you want to wash with a 30/70 bleach solution… just keep that soap on hand because everything else takes 24 hours to do any good. That’s why they call it hand “sanitizer” rather than hand “sterilizer”.


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