I will say it. It was easier to pack to go on tour. Now I am not counting the prep for tour the booking of the clubs, the contracts, the posters, and the endless phone calls. No I am talking about packing to leave.
When we toured it was usually for months. We’d leave in September and not return till December or we’d tour from March till June. We’d skip the dead of winter because we didn’t want to be stuck in any winter weather. We would skip the summer because people tend to go away and don’t want to go to rock shows in the summer.
Packing for tour was easy. I had me to worry about. I started clothes shopping here and there for new stage clothes for months ahead of time. Then we’d get closer and we’d need enough day clothes to get through five days and then we’d stop to do laundry. I might need new contact lenses or I’d get some makeup. I’d have to get bills paid in advance since there was no bill pay on the internet then but we’d pack the band stuff and I would sit with my husband as he prepared his guitars and counted his strings.
Then there is blog her. My husband is an amazing person. We both have things we do and don’t do in our relationship. Yard work is on him. He can fix almost anything. Heck he built our deck alone. He hates to prepare food and food shopping won’t happen. He cooks if he has to but we needed food in the house to cook. I needed to get clothes. I had to hire a babysitter to go clothes shopping. I am missing the gene that most women have that makes them happy to shop. If I could get away with wearing jeans, baggy t-shirts, and some sort of comfortable shoes to everything everyday like a uniform I would. I hate the fussing women are supposed to do over their appearance. I hate makeup but I wear it some. Luckily, I have good hair and I have a wash and wear do that is fairly nice. I got that dumb chore done. I arrived home and the boys needed to do their home school summer school stuff. I got dinner going and my nephew neighbor showed up. He needed to eat, he had been away for a few weeks, and had no food in his house. I owe him big time for his help this summer so no big deal.
Off we went to get my hair cut. The boys were remarkably well behaved but then again my hair cuts last mere minutes. We arrived home and as they were getting ready for bed I started getting together stuff I need for the conference. Of course the boys undid pretty much everything I did.
Tomorrow it does not get any better. Cooking, Ryan’s has PT, my husband’s car is going into the shop, and I have to get my stuff together because I leave at 5am Thursday morning.
Yes, going on tour for three months is much easier than going to a three day conference. The hard factor comes in the form of of two redheaded boys hellbent on thwarting any progress I make toward getting out of here.