Don’t get me wrong, a weekend with my blogging biatches was amazing, wonderful, fabulous *open up the thesaurus and insert more variations of the theme* but the best part was at the end.
I was sitting on the train.
After a coach ride.
Bitch sitting next to me asked me to move my suitcase by continuously ramming her pram into my case until I saw her and then insisted on kicking me for a motherfucking hour.
Vertigo kicking my arse, bitch next to me smelling like a toilet, trying to read my Kindle while toilet stinking kick bitch reading over my shoulder when my phone rang.
‘Hello Mummy where are you?’
‘Oh buddy, I am nearly home.’
‘How long Mummy?’
I look out the window to try and get my barings and a woman across the way smiles at me and mouths ‘about 20 minutes’, I smile gratefully at her.
‘Tell Dad that I will be at the station at 5.30. Not much longer’
‘How long Mummy?’
‘About 20 minutes. Did you miss me buddy?’
It is all quiet. Then a tiny voice ‘I did miss you Mummy, come home please’
‘I am nearly there buddy. I missed you too.’
He has never called me before and NEVER said that he missed me.
I held it together, barely.
Thankfully toilet kick bitch got off at the stop before mine and I was able to be distracted by bitching with other passengers about how much of a fucking mole that bitch was and clearly how fucking AWESOME I am to have not smacked her down.
Finally, after over 3 hours of travelling it was the final stop.
I got off, lugging my bags, so close to passing out from emotional and physical exhaustion when I hear a yell echo through the entire station filled with people.
And there he is, barrelling through the crowd like an enormous over excited puppy.
Towering over me.
So happy to see me.
And me him.
We spent the next few hours just snuggling on the couch while he told me all about his latest movie he is making.
I had a wonderful weekend, but an even better homecoming.