I had a business trip last week that took me out to Anaheim. I flew out on Tuesday afternoon, took the red-eye back Thursday night and got in sometime mid-Friday morning.
When I go out of town, though, the duties of parenting fall solely on my wife. We try to split things up as best we can when we're both at home. With me gone, my wife has to rise with our teenager to see him off to school on the pre-6:00 a.m. bus. She has to get him to and from various band activities, while shepherding our younger son to football, and baseball activities. The day becomes long, when everything is being handled by one person. This is in addition to her job.
We both looked for the weekend to hopefully catch up on a little sleep, but we had the blessing of family in town. The visits were fun, but there was always a part of me that wanted to find some place to crash. My wife eventually hit a wall on Sunday, sleeping in. I started going to bed early, in hopes of restoring my body clock to normal.
When I travel for work, I do work hard. And the planes flights can leave me dragging. Still, I don’t have the kids with me. I get to relax. I get to recoup. For my wife, it was non-stop activities while I was gone.
I’m impressed she made it to Sunday before crashing.
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