I am currently halfway through a 9 day business trip to New York. This is the longest I’ve been away from the Noodle since he was born, and you know what? It sucks!
Don’t get me wrong. There are some good parts to traveling sans toddler. Uninterrupted sleep. Ability to eat at nice restaurants.The option to take longer than 9.4 minutes to eat my entire meal. Tantrum free shopping.
But for all that, I miss the little guy and his Daddy. I’m staying in Times Square and there are families EVERYWHERE. I can see the Times Square Toys R Us from my hotel room, and there’s a constant stream of kids. It makes me miss the family even more. I keep seeing little boys and wishing that mine were here with me.
The real busy part of my trip starts today, so I’m hopeful that I’ll be too busy to fret about it from this point on. We’ll Skype some more (thank goodness for Skype!), and I’ll call home and in a few days I’ll be back with my guys.
It’s funny. We spend a lot of times as parents complaining about the norms of toddlerhood: tantrums, sleep issues, eating issues, the inability to go anywhere. But, for me at least, now that that’s been taken away? I kinda want all of it back. Because it would mean I’d be home.