On Wednesday night I was sitting in front of the TV in complete shock. Kevin Rudd was back as the newly resurrected prime minister.
How could he? Did he just? I can't believe it! Is this really happening? I was feeling a lot of mixed emotions.
It's not like its 2007. We know more about Kevin these days. Some say he's egotistical, smarmy, a prima donna and a control freak.
Yet when my husband Luke phoned me from our local café on Saturday morning to tell me Kevin Rudd was in town, something inside me switched.
I threw off my PJs, got dressed, grabbed my one-year-old son Finlay and sped off into town. I was being overtaken by some strange Kevinator forces. I just HAD to meet him.
This is not me. This is the Kevin '07 me. The former Liberal party voter who viewed Kevin as the new political messiah for Australia, the fresh out of uni graduate who stood up to her right-wing editor and pretty much declared, "In Kevin I Trust".
I always had this "thing" for him. Perhaps it was his charming-smarmy, shiny moon face or the thick, cheesy flow of his political rhetoric, or maybe it was just the way he way he would say "folks" and "fair shake of a sauce bottle."
Perhaps, this "thing" I had for him led me to be like a crazy Rudd groupie on Saturday morning. I ended up running through the freezing cold rain, with my almost one-year-old on my hip, from the car to the café. I bounded up a huge set of stairs and then with a mix of unfitness, nervousness and a dodgy electrical circuit in my heart I experienced a short, unpleasant session of tachycardia. I reminded myself that Kevin has had his own heart troubles too. He'd understand.
Once I recovered, I finally spotted Luke and my three-year-old daughter Issy in the crowd of people that had lined up outside on the shiny, wet, concrete footpath. Everyone was standing out in the cold rain, awaiting with expectation to meet their new recycled leader.
And there he was.
His shiny and perfectly combed silver locks gleamed under his black umbrella across the street. He crossed the road, edging closer to where I stood. A crowd of people surged forward, trying to get a glimpse.
"Hi folks, nice to meet you," he said with a shining smile.
Cameras flashed all around us but to me it felt like it was just Kev and I standing there alone. We chatted about
I then heard an all too eager voice from behind me and a familiar looking head thrust forward to break up the little party of two. It was my local member who of course wanted to be included in the action.
Once we said goodbye, we watched the Rudd groupies walk further down the street. I was still in disbelief. Even more so when that night around 6pm my husband and I started receiving text messages from our friends.
My husband's mate:
"Just saw your wife on TV. We know who you are voting for!"
"Did I just see Issy in Kevin Rudd's arms?"
"You look like you're in love."
"Hope he didn't get your phone number."
Our little meet and greet with Kevin Rudd was flashed on screens across five different media networks. Our TV decided not to work that night because of the rain so we tuned in later via catch-up TV on the internet.
After such a crazy and exciting day I found it hard to sleep that night. I had a bad case of political fever.
But it didn't last long...
Despite, my seemingly intimate encounter with Kevin Rudd I am still not any closer to working out who to vote for in the 2013 federal election.
How do you feel about this upcoming election? What would you say to Kevin Rudd if you got the chance?