We're still having some weird back-and-forth with the daycare, but it's being handled, and we got a different attorney through the pre-paid legal service that is a benefit from my wife's office (because she complained that last person sucked legal ass, so they've been busting their butts on our behalf ever since). So that's in the background, and not really what I wanted to talk about.
We're also doing a wine-tasting this weekend at our house. It's something we do every year around Valentine's Day. This year we're adding a (REDACTED) theme to it, so it won't be all hearts and flowers, cause Valentine's Day is already over anyway, but it'll still be fun (the theme is TOP SECRET according to my
I left town for a couple days this week. That's what I wanted to talk about. I rarely travel. Since I started here at Company X (no, that's not the actual name) I have had exactly two road trips in almost four years. That suits me juuuuuuust fine. 1) I'm a reluctant flyer, 2) I sleep like shit in hotel rooms, and 3) (and most importantly) I hate being away from my family.
This trip was via land, but required I drive (and ride alternately, since I was going with the Engineering Department Manager) six hours to Syracuse the night before a meeting, spend the night away, then drive back the following afternoon when the meeting was over.
I hate leaving my family. I don't know how people with busy travel schedules do it, but I'm glad I don't have to learn. I think I could probably make more money if I took a job in sales, but the trade off is that I'd have to travel a lot more frequently, and I just don't want to be away.
I don't want to imply that people who travel more somehow love their families less (because I don't believe that), but I do think that when you get used to being on the road a lot, you get used to being away from your family too. Because I've never really had to get used to it, I don't want to have to get used to it. The more I'm around my family the more I want to be around my family. It's hard for me to leave. Not only is there guilt associated with leaving Leslie to deal with whatever issues come up (dance class, OT, middle of the night potty accidents and their associated bed-changings) but there's also the knowledge that my kids (at least one of them) are genuinely are sad to see me go. Maybe even Leslie. . . she claims she sleeps poorly when I'm not there. And sleep is really important to her.
Everything was fine in my absence, of course, and Leslie was (and always is) very supportive and encouraging about my need to leave town when work requires, but it still kind of sucked, and I still was very anxious to get home on Thursday.
Before I left, I tried to do absolutely as much as I could to make Leslie's night and morning with the kids as easy as possible. I dropped both kids off at their schools instead of daycare that morning, then I made lunches, I set the coffee pot to auto brew, put away laundry, double-made Lily's bed (so if there was an accident, she could just strip off everything and there was a mattress pad, fitted sheet, sheet and comforter underneath ready to go), I wrote a note giving Emma a list of chores so Leslie didn't have to bark at her all night, and I told them all I loved them and missed them and would be home the next day. And then I drove away. I felt a little better that I'd done as much as I felt I could to make my absence least felt.
Something that I loved while I was away. . . I was able to Facetime (for the few of you not up to apple-speed. . . it's apple's video camera chat feature on the iphone/itouch/ipad) with them from my hotel room. When I got to the hotel I texted Leslie and asked if they were available for it, then I called them up and was able to chat face to face with all three of them. It was my first time trying it while away and it was awesome. I felt a lot less homesick after I disconnected and I think it cheered Emma too. After dinner with the customer later that night I was able to do it again, saying goodnight to Emma and Leslie, since Lily was already asleep. It somehow made me feel more like I was still at home and less like I was far far away.
Anyway, if you noticed a decrease in the frequency and volume of my blog commenting. . . that's why. It's good to be home.
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