Shades of fall '06...
...or, more adventures in solo parenting.
In the 45 days between Jan. 27 and March 14th, Tara has 18 travel days, or 1 every 2.5 days. Knew this was going to suck, but being in it...yup, it sucks. I'm sure it sucks for her, too, but no doubt the TED gift bag has assuaged her grief somewhat ;-)
Alex and I got off to an auspicious start Tuesday (or, me, anyway). Had to go leave to work @ 7:15, leave work at 9:50 to pick him up from his 1/2 day, wait an hour for Analise to get out of class to comw watch him, and then drive back to work...all the while wanting to really surrender the contents of my stomach at the nearest convenient location. The 6 hours from noon 'til I left work were, without a doubt, the longest I've spent since I started work at KAPL. Privacy at such an establishment is, err, not a priority, so finding a nice private place to puke wasn't in the cards. Ergo, I WILLED myself not to.
Yeah, I feel sorry for myself - is it obvious?
This trip is the worst, though, as far as length and timing. Hopefully, it is downhill from here.
Alex and I did get our stargazing in tonight, waaayyyy out in the sticks (actually it was the same place about which I wrote here (for the record, I utterly can not believe that was 4 1/2 years ago...)), and in spite of the 10° temp. So...it ain't all bad.
In the 45 days between Jan. 27 and March 14th, Tara has 18 travel days, or 1 every 2.5 days. Knew this was going to suck, but being in it...yup, it sucks. I'm sure it sucks for her, too, but no doubt the TED gift bag has assuaged her grief somewhat ;-)
Alex and I got off to an auspicious start Tuesday (or, me, anyway). Had to go leave to work @ 7:15, leave work at 9:50 to pick him up from his 1/2 day, wait an hour for Analise to get out of class to comw watch him, and then drive back to work...all the while wanting to really surrender the contents of my stomach at the nearest convenient location. The 6 hours from noon 'til I left work were, without a doubt, the longest I've spent since I started work at KAPL. Privacy at such an establishment is, err, not a priority, so finding a nice private place to puke wasn't in the cards. Ergo, I WILLED myself not to.
Yeah, I feel sorry for myself - is it obvious?
This trip is the worst, though, as far as length and timing. Hopefully, it is downhill from here.
Alex and I did get our stargazing in tonight, waaayyyy out in the sticks (actually it was the same place about which I wrote here (for the record, I utterly can not believe that was 4 1/2 years ago...)), and in spite of the 10° temp. So...it ain't all bad.