My hubby gets the great joy of traveling for work. He manages CA, NV and HI so those are the terrible places he has to travel to. Poor guy. He doesn’t travel all the time, and usually gets to be at home at least 1 day a week. Still, it is too much travel for my liking. There are some positives, though.
I don’t have to make dinner.
I get to watch the Bachelorette and chick flicks that he doesn’t want to see.
We get sick frequent flyer miles, and get to go visit the fam with them.
I may or may not have done my P90X today, and no one knows for sure but me.
I only talk to a toddler all day.
Cereal for dinner is only sweet for a couple nights.
I feel like a single mother…and I have no idea how they do it.
There is no one to snuggle me in the bed at night.
I have to change EVERY diaper.
I just miss him!
I am so grateful that in times like these, he has a job, but it is hard being married to a traveling man! I do get to go with him sometimes, which is awesome. I am tagging along for a Hawaii trip this summer. We are staying longer and turning it into our first solo vacation with a baby. I don’t have much to complain about, huh?