I had a business trip on Monday. Out to LA Monday morning, back Tuesday afternoon. It was quick, just one night, but I was dreading telling the girls about it. I knew they’d break down about it and they did. The love that flows between us is big right now, and being separated, even if just for one night, is difficult for everyone. They sobbed in the morning when I left, cried during the day, and had rough bedtimes. Normally it’s Delaney that is the worst, but this time Caden was pretty broken about it as well.
I came home expecting to pay for my absence with boundary testing, crying, and whining. I got none of it! I think they let all of their emotions out while I was gone, and once home, they were just happy to have me back. Truth be told, I’m the one that has had to do some recovering. Two super early four hour flights have exhausted me. But hey, I’ll take it.
I’ve travelled a lot in my career and personal life, taken hundreds of flights. But the majority of that was before phones had games and kindles had books on them. What on earth did I do during those flights? Twice a week, four hours each way. Did I read a book? Sleep? I could barely sit still on my flights this week. And I even had a movie to watch. A movie! Northwest would have *never* sprung for movies for us.
I find this so interesting because my boys have not cared AT ALL about Jon or I traveling. Maybe because they are so used to it?