At least this mom does. I love to travel for work, not having to cook, clean up, wake anyone, or remind anyone to go to bed.
I do worry about the kids. And yesterday, I got a call from the school nurse that one of my darlings was crying, feeling overwhelmed by school work, dad’s illness, and maybe, I think, missing me a little.
I thought, Dangit, I stayed away so long. (Been gone from Sat. to Thurs.) I am heading to the airport in a few minutes and once I get home, I will try to put the house back in order. And if there are tears, I can dry them. And I do feel fully restored to do the job of mothering, working, and writing after work travel.
I love that work travel is a retreat. And that at the back end, I got to sneak in a visit with my family in Sarasota. Life is good.