I have to go out of town for work today. This is a role shift in our little family. Chris is our designated road warrior. He spends quite a bit of time traveling to get the job done, leaving me at home to keep the troops fed and happy, and do everything else us single working mothers do to survive.
But today it is me. I don't want it to be me. I don't like to travel for work. (I like to travel for fun, but that's neither here nor there, right?)
I have been a tiny bit of a whiner about my trip. My trip that is all of one night away from home and a mere hour long plane ride away from the kiddies. You'd think I was going to Alaska for the way I have been acting. I may have even cried just a teensy little bit last night over the thought of it.
Then we get to this morning. This morning my children were terrors. They are all coming down with colds (the cold I have endured for THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT AND I AM STILL HACKING UP A LUNG, thank you very much.) They fought. They cried. Griffin threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming in despair more times than I could count.
We weren't a pretty family this morning.
After Chris put Griffin in time out and we listened to his howls and tears, he turned to me and said, "Bet your trip is looking much better to you now, isn't it?"
Maybe there is something to this road warrior thing after all.
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