Those are the four states my wheels will touch today, as I travel out of town for a business conference.
For some people, traveling away from family is a luxury, something to which they look forward with glee. I am not one of those people. Oh, I like to see new things and have new experiences, and all that. But at the end of the day, I want to be home. Home with Greg, Laurel, and Ethan. That's where I belong.
I won't get to be home until Sunday.
Ethan doesn't care about this of course, and he seemed a little puzzled that I clung to him a little longer this morning when I dropped him at preschool. Laurel moped in the car, telling me repeatedly she didn't want me to go. I tried to explain this is what a working mother must do sometimes. I told her I didn't really like it either, but there it was.
They'll be okay. Greg's ordering pizza tonight, which is a special treat. Earlier this week, he even told Laurel, "Hey, when Mommy's gone, maybe we can do something fun, like order pizza!"
As if I'm not fun! Hmph!