All work, no play and a move is on the horizon

All work and no play make for a dull life. It’s odd that many people seem to consider me a professional blogger. The truth is that this blog fits in around life, not the other way around.

My line of work has kept me busy for some time now, hence the lack of blog posts in recent weeks.

In fact, this past couple of weeks or more I feel like I haven’t stopped. Working weekends and Bank Holidays (through my own choice it should be said) has left me shattered.

Yesterday, with the kids around but doing their own thing, I pretty much slept on and off all day. I even managed to get a solid night of sleep in on top of that. I obviously needed it.

Part of me feels guilty as it meant that I wasn’t there to do stuff with the kids. The truth is, though, that the kids are all old enough and of various stages of independence, where they don’t need or want me around. Such is life.

The next two upcoming weekends are already booked out. I travel up North on Friday to visit Mrs DannyUK for the weekend and the weekend after she is down here with me. Being in a long-distance relationship means that we need to take advantage of any opportunity to see each other. As such, sometimes we go a couple of months without meeting up. To see each other two weeks in a row is a rarity.

Photo of a selfie - All work and no play makes stuff like this funny

Photo of a selfie - MrsDannyUK and I on the RyanAir flight to Italy

Being in a long-distance relationship means that we need to take advantage of any opportunity to see each other. As such, sometimes we go a couple of months without meeting up. To see each other two weeks in a row is a rarity.  I can’t wait.

Talking of which, the subject of living together has come up again.  We both have commitments in our lives which make moving a difficult option for either one of us.

I’d always said that I’d move up North once the kids were all 16.  That’s still five or so years away.

The fact that Mrs DannyUK and I have been together for five years already amazes me.  But no matter how often we do it, parting ways after spending time together never gets any easier.  As a result, more and more thought has been given to moving sooner.

It’s a big step.  Not least because it means leaving the kids behind (they will continue living with their mum), but because of the general upheaval it brings when you choose to move 200 miles away.

Work would need sorting, though working for a UK-wide company certainly makes that a little easier.  I’m hoping that when the time comes they will be able to move me to the same role in a different area.

Making arrangements to see the kids is also something that would need sorting.  I officially have them every other weekend, but in recent times my eldest daughter has started living with me full time, and the others (especially second eldest) tend to come and go as they please as my flat is so close to the city centre.

Moving away would mean they wouldn’t have the option to just pop in.  It would also mean that I’d have to go out of my way to see them often, which is something I’d naturally do.  The best option that has come up so far would be to rent an apartment in Chelmsford for the weekends that I have the kids.  The downside of that is the expense and also the toll that it would take on me, getting up and down the country more often than I currently do.

Even thinking about the logistics makes my brain ache.  But equally (get your tissues ready) I’d rather my brain aches than my heart aches, and that’s the bottom line of it all.

by DannyUK

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