Home Sweet Home
I slept like a baby at the hotel in Dallas and I am seriously considering ordering a night at a hotel for a good night's sleep every couple of months or so. Mmm-kay?
Choosing not to be a frequent business traveler means that the rare occasion I do go is always a kind of holiday for me. It means a break from the routine of coming home after work and reporting for duty at my other full-time job of being Mother and Wife. It means an evening without cooking, dishes, or corralling the kids to their bath and to bed. It means quiet. It means sleeping alone in a king size bed and sleeping like a baby - no snoring hubby, no elbows in the ribs and no legs hiked over my back by my 6-year old snugglemonster son, even if I do like snugglemonsters like my son!
Going on a trip alone is like stepping back from the canvas of my life and seeing it from a higher altitude. Who can see dirty dishes in the sink from the stratosphere?!
Of course, I can write all that, reflecting on a single night away from the family, almost as if I had spent the night on another planet. In reality, I called the boys several times and it was a top priority to buy gifts to give them when I returned home. In Dallas I also got to spend a little time with my brother, and I called my inlaws and said hello.
Did I mention I slept like a baby in the hotel that night?
Choosing not to be a frequent business traveler means that the rare occasion I do go is always a kind of holiday for me. It means a break from the routine of coming home after work and reporting for duty at my other full-time job of being Mother and Wife. It means an evening without cooking, dishes, or corralling the kids to their bath and to bed. It means quiet. It means sleeping alone in a king size bed and sleeping like a baby - no snoring hubby, no elbows in the ribs and no legs hiked over my back by my 6-year old snugglemonster son, even if I do like snugglemonsters like my son!
Going on a trip alone is like stepping back from the canvas of my life and seeing it from a higher altitude. Who can see dirty dishes in the sink from the stratosphere?!
Of course, I can write all that, reflecting on a single night away from the family, almost as if I had spent the night on another planet. In reality, I called the boys several times and it was a top priority to buy gifts to give them when I returned home. In Dallas I also got to spend a little time with my brother, and I called my inlaws and said hello.
Did I mention I slept like a baby in the hotel that night?
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