*insert daunting music here*
Part of the reason for our vacation a few weeks ago was because of a conference the husband wanted to attend. We tacked a few extra days on so we could mix business with pleasure. While at that conference, he got wind of yet another conference he wants to go to. The subject material at this conference is right up his alley in regards to what he does for a living, but it's also in a city that he loves.
I won't lie, we did try to find a way to mix business with pleasure again, but it just wasn't going to work. We didn't have a lot of time to plan. The price of airfare and a hotel would be a lot higher, and we would probably have to take the kids out of school for a day or 2. That last part isn't something I was keen on doing so early in the school year. The husband asked if I would mind if he went alone.
Going to conferences like this are not only great for his career, but it's related to something he is passionate about doing. I support both of those things. What I don't like to support is the idea of me being along with the kids for a long weekend. I won't be able to up and go to my sister-from-another-mister's house at the end of the day because who will watch the kids? I also won't be able to sleep the days that he is gone. Even if the husband falls asleep on the couch and I am upstairs alone in our bed, I still know he is there. I feel safe. When he isn't there, every single noise will scare me.
You would think I'd be used to this by now. The husband doesn't travel often, but he does go out of town a few times a year. There has also been talk of him traveling more to conferences because he wants to be a speaker and not just an attendee. I know he will have fun and I know I will be fine, but I don't think I will ever get used to my husband going out of town.
I can just hope that he remembers he promised to bring me back a nice pair of boots. That will make everything better, right?
Until next time...