I spent 4 long days traveling for business last week, a topic that I have
rambled shamelessly on about touched on briefly in the past. (You can read about all the deodorant failing, seat companion farting, 40000 ft cocktailing magic here, should you be so inclined.)
It has its positives and negatives, for sure. I love my team. I love my boss. I dare say I even love getting to experience Boston.
But I HATE leaving Jr. Like HAAATTTEEE it.
So after 4 long days away, I was SO excited to see my offspring – imagining all of the cuddles we would share as he drifted off to sleep on my lap, not wanting to let me go for even one second after being without me for so long.
All of that lasted exactly 2 minutes “in real life.”
Then he decided he wasn’t tired, wanted to rip his room apart instead, and spent the next 2 hours yelling through his door how mean I was, and that I should go back to Boston.
Queue the horrific mom guilt with a side of Chardonnay and a few tears.
Mom life is HARD, yo.