Today, I leave for a conference. The hotel  is exactly 4.6 miles away from my house.  I had to pack a bag for the next 3 days.  To stay in my own city–less than 10 minutes from my house.  Try explaining that to your 4-year-old.  She kept asking me what city I was going to.  They are used to me traveling, but have a hard time comprehending that I will be at a hotel near our house.

It is my organization’s Annual Conference and we all need to be onsite until Saturday.  Which I totally understand, it’s just so strange to have to miss putting my kids to bed, because I am in a hotel, in town.  At least if I forgot to pack anything, Bill can drive it over.

These next weeks are super busy and there isn’t a week until the 22nd that we are both in town.  I am gone (in town) 3 nights this week.  Bill is gone 4 days next week and I am gone 3 days the following week.  October is shaping up to be my least favorite month.  We do at least have a fun filled family vacation (whole family—mom, brothers, dad, bonus mom and us) at the end of these hard 3 weeks–3 days in the Bahamas at Atlantis.  I can’t wait.  But til then, it’s a lot of missing my husband and family.