On one hand, I've returned to my hotel room with a husky voice, ringing ears and a burning curiosity about what else is happening at the karaoke bar that I just left all of my work friends at (yes, I killed it at "Magic Man", by the way). I've had an amazing few days of being re-energized, educated and reunited with so many people I love at work whom I haven't seen since I left for my maternity leave.
On the other hand, however, I am missing both of my boys so much at this point that I can barely hold it together until I get home. Hold on to my sanity and, in a way, my knowledge of mommiehood. Since I've been in California, I've called every night around 6pm EST when Matt would put me on speaker and I could speak to Daniel. Tonight, however, I missed the window and didn't call. I spoke to Matt at about 1pm EST when he was driving to the shore and Daniel was asleep in the car. From that point on I was kind of wrapped up in the work sessions and then the dinner, drinks and the enormous amount of fun that followed.
I feel ridiculously guilty about not calling, but I was in a meeting that I just really didn't want to miss. Does this make me a bad wife or mom? I doubt it. But, it makes me feel like I am literally bursting at the seams to see my men.
Less than 24 hours and I'll be home. I promise to try to never be gone for so long again.
the first time i left both the boys (the new york trip when i met daniel last summer), i came home bawling with happiness. sorry we missed each other this trip, but i'm happy you're back with your guys tonight. xo
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