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FranklyStein: My work trip seemed like a vacation

2012-03-03 17.00.14I went away last week for a work conference, which happens very rarely. I was in San Antonio for three days and three nights.

It was bliss.

The plane ride, with one touch down, was 5 hours long. At first, I worried it was too long, but I was so wrong. For the first time in years, I read a book undisturbed for hours.

It was heavenly.

Then I had a hotel room all to myself. Not once did I turn on the television, the radio or my iPod. I just soaked in the quiet.

It was so peaceful.

The days were filled with seminars, but I never had to rush off anywhere. I never had to drive a child here and there and then back again. I never had to raise my voice, pick up dirty laundry, help with homework or make a meal.

It was so relaxing.

The conference started early each day and went late. I didn’t get out of the hotel much or take in the sites of the city, but compared to my everyday life, it felt like a vacation.

On the way home on the plane, the woman next to me said she bet my kids would be glad to see me. I just laughed.

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, it was a huge deal when I went away. There would be long lists of instructions, babysitters to fill in the gaps and always tears from my oldest. They counted the days and never failed to decorate for my return.

But this year was different. They barely realized I was leaving. My husband made a short list of who needed to be where, and babysitters weren’t necessary since my oldest is 13.

It was so easy.

When my husband came to pick me up at the airport, he only had my oldest with him, and he probably had to twist her arm to come. When we arrived home, my youngest was so busy jumping on the trampoline, he didn’t even say “welcome home” or “I missed you mommy!” I don’t even think he said “hello.” My middle daughter was involved in a movie and barely registered my appearance.

The house was in order, the shopping done and the laundry put away. It was like I hadn’t left. There wasn’t a “welcome home” sign in sight.

Other than my husband, they didn’t miss me much.

It made me think I should sneak away a little more often.

It was so rejuvenating.

 

family1-1-23FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 11, Adam, 11, and Jonah, 7.

Photo by Dawn Kearney

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