Today was one of those days where I woke up knowing I was a corporate wife and knowing that there was no other thing I would rather be. It might have been 4.15am but that did not matter one bit.
Guy was on the Eurostar at 7.30am from St Pancras to Paris for meetings, so that meant getting up at 4.15am in order to get the train from Reading and then the tube to St Pancras to get Eurostar. I'm really glad I didn't have to do that part. Luckily, I was able to do my job in my pyjamas! All I really had to do was put on the light and actually haul ass and get up. So many people say to me they don't bother to get up when their husbands have to go somewhere. I just have to. As far as I'm concerned, you say goodbye when they leave at the front door and hello when they come home at the front door - even if it means flinging yourself out of bed and down the stairs at 6am when the flight from Singapore comes in early...or at 2m when the flight from Germany gets in late. But you get up and you do it at the front door. After all, they are getting up to go and do the job that pays the bills. And even if you have money, pay bills and have a job of your own, you do it because another human being cares enough to get out of bed and go to work to benefit the family. (So I'd expect a bloke to do the same thing for his wife if she was heading off on a business trip - Guy has always done it for me!)
As it happened, I remembered this morning when a very exhausted Guy nearly forgot to take the Euro from the drawer beside the bed (fondly referred to as the foreign exchange drawer). Two heads are always better than one, and never more so than before 5am. And it means a lot to have someone standing there beside you when you have to get up and function at an ungodly hour. Seeing them snoring away while you stumble around is nothing short of soul destroying.
Needless to say, once Guy was safely on his way, I retreated back to bed. It took me a while to fall asleep (why are birds so loud at 4.45 am???) but I got a good two hours in before I got up with Alex as he got ready for school.
I don't think there is anything I would rather do than be a housewife and corporate wife. Yes, I'd like this role to evolve and become something that could benefit others as well as my family, and I have every confidence that is going to happen. But for the moment, it's enough, and I'm really very grateful indeed to have the opportunity to be who am I right now. And yes, I'll be standing at the front door with a cup of tea or a drink when Guy gets in at nearly 11pm tonight - and I'll count myself blessed to have the opportunity to support him however I can. Not only because I love him, but because that is what he has always - without question or exception - done for me.