I’m just a few days away from my next business trip. This one has me heading to Los Angeles for 5 days. Don’t worry, I’m not complaining. I actually enjoy mixing things up a bit, and this conference is going to be huge! The industry is pretty exciting, so it should be a great show.
But let’s get serious … what a 5-day trip really translates to is tons of anxiety about being away from Peanut. She’ll be hanging out with daddy this time instead of G-ma – daddy’s choice. They’ll have a fabulous time, I’m sure. She’s a daddy’s girl, so no worries there. And he’s just fabulous with her (One plus to being a working mom – daddy is equally amazing with Peanut and not afraid to be involved!). And me? I’ll be missing my Peanut. What if she wants her mommy? If her nose is still runny, will daddy give her Tylenol and sleep upstairs on the hard floor next to her crib all night long? Will her hair be kept out of her eyes? Will her nails be clipped so she doesn’t scratch her face? And again, what if she just wants her mommy?
Oh, it’s awful.
She’s missed me before. She’s cried for no reason at the time I would typically pick her up. She’s called ‘ma’ and looked around the house for me. What if she misses me?
It’s never as bad once I’m there. And coming home is the BEST! The days before I go away are always the worst, and that’s where I am now – an emotional mess. She’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. We’ll all be okay.
That doesn’t mean I can’t be sad … right?
I wonder how other working mommies manage … what coping strategies they have. I know I’m being simple (and a really, really big wimp), but I miss her already and I have yet to leave.