Travails of travel

Virginia Linn / Sept. 12, 2008

My husband travels a lot. When he leaves, he gives me the name of his hotel, the phone number and the days he's returning.

I'm heading out for a weeklong girl getaway today. I've been preparing for the departure for more than a week - no not packing, Heck I throw things in the suitcase the morning I'm leaving. No, I mean all the writing of game schedules, pickups, piano and guitar lessons, tennis lessons, food share pickups, trash collection details, senior portrait appointments -- the whole shebang.

I've created a huge poster that's on the wall of my dining room, with schedules outlined day by day. By the front door, I've got written checks in envelopes, a reminder "DO YOU HAVE YOUR HOUSE KEY" and other notes.

Obsessive? Maybe. But I'm just anticipating a disaster since my hubby has to ask me every week - Is this recycling week? Why I'm the keeper of that info, I don't know, but he can never remember the biweekly schedule.

When I leave today, I'll still be worrying, obsessing. But I also know that when I return my kids -- and husband -- will be extra nice to me because they do realize how much I do around the house. And I think they will genuinely miss me.

That will last about an hour. Then it will go back to the same whining...... Sigh

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