I'm not much of a heavy metal/hard rock/hair band girl, but who doesn't love Motley Crüe? (Favorite song: Dr. Feelgood.)
But this isn't about hair metal bands; I'm coming home! Hooray!
It's been a hard week for The Working Family. The Boy's been sick. Dad's not feeling well. Dad was over-stressed with the solo duty with a sick kiddo, and handled it all like a champ. (Love that guy.) And I, I worried and worried about them both, feeling (and mostly being) helpless, from afar.
But The Boy's doing better, now, and Dad's doing what he needs to do to feel better too. And Mom's ever so glad.
The last couple of days' work was pretty productive, but I'm happy to be coming home to continue the job. This hotel living is for the birds. Or maybe it's for the birds and the young and childless.... It's not for the 43 years and 11 months old mother of a three year old. I feel for the frequent business traveler.
I nearly had a heart attack just now because I thought I may have lost my "Mom" bracelet going through security. Fortunately, it was in the last place I looked ( ;-) ), and I have this beverage to bring my heart rate back down. (Why does every glass of wine in this town cost at least $12?)
I'm bringing home with me a sore throat and a cough (always happens when I travel), presents for The Boy and The Working Dad, a new understanding of how my department works at the national level, and, mainly, joy that I'll be with my boys again.
Also, random: apparently my plane will be filled with a bunch of Brazilian teenagers on their way home, and me. Hmm.
I do like my job. And I think the new assignment that brought me here is going to be really interesting. But I'm ever so grateful that the job can be mostly done from my desk at home. Ever so grateful....
I'm on my way, so set me free...Home Sweet Home.
(After a glass of wine, those lyrics actually make me tear up a little.)