Okay, bad blogger. I have not written in way too long. But here I am. New job, new outlook, same bad attitude. But you wouldn’t read me any other way, right?
I could not be more ambivalent about traveling for business. I texted my sister from the plane about missing my kids and hating to leave them. She wrote back that she would gladly switch places as she was at the doctor with her two boys having warts removed from their feet (note to self: buy flip flops for visit to sister’s house).
She’s right! My own remote, not having to cut anyone else’s food or have them sit in my lap for a meal or climbing in my bed in the middle of the night (my husband and I don’t have business trips together). I can have a few moments to myself in between the meetings and maybe even a drink in the evening. Not bad!
But they send me to a Disney property (we will not go there right now) and I am surrounded by little thumb-sucking reminders of what I miss from home. I want to snuggle each one. I am helping other moms around me on the plane or in the hotel. They think I’m a nut, but I get a kid fix so it’s worth it. I’ve also been them.
So a few days away isn’t bad. Sometimes I even bring my stay-at-home mom friends with me so they can get a night off, too for free. They can’t have the remote, though…
