I can’t tell you how many people tell me, “I want your job.” You get to travel to amazing places, stay in the world’s best hotels and market a very sellable product. Well, what people may or may not know is that a multi-day business trip is not easy.
It’s physically and emotionally draining. I have an itty bitty baby at home (11 months) and a 3 1/2-year-old. Both who make my world go round. And I find it incredibly hard to be away from them.
This trip, I went to Steamboat Springs, Colorado. I had to leave on a Sunday afternoon, which was really hard. I remember sitting on the bottom bunk of my daughter’s bed, her head resting on my chest as I read her her favorite bedtime story. I was putting her down for her afternoon nap. After the book ended, we curled up next to each other in her bed. I played with her hair as she drifted off to sleep. Then, I leaned over, kissed her cheek and whispered, “See you Tuesday, Princess.”
That’s hard. Really hard. I returned to my hotel room after 8am – 8pm meetings and received a text from my mom. It was a picture of my son standing up next to the couch. He was just about to take his first steps.
And I’m not there. I’m not there to see it. Not there to encourage him. Not there to catch him when he fell. I’m missing such a remarkable moment in his life. And it’s times like these that I wish I didn’t travel so much. Soon after, my mom sent me another text. She took a video of Colton. Here, I’ll play it for you. It’s a bit hard to see, because … well, it’s my mom taking the video (no offense, mom).
You can see Kelsey bouncing around in the background and my husband’s feet next to Colton’s. Man, I wish those were my feet. I wish I was there to see him right now. You see, traveling is nice. I get to sleep through the night, someone makes my bed and I get a lot of alone time on the airplane. But, it’s still incredibly hard to leave my family.
Maybe I’m more emotional this trip because it’s like my 100th trip this year, or the fact that I’m just drained from the day. Either way, I have a 6am flight home (the first flight of the day) just so I can be there to pick up my kids from school. Cross your fingers that Colton holds out on walking until I get there.
Thank you for letting me vent. We have to tell it like it is sometimes, right?