Today is Travel Man’s first work trip for the New Year , and he is traveling overseas to Bangkok. My husband’s work life involves travel, lots and lots of travel. Last year he logged over 160,000 air miles. He was supposed to be in the air yesterday, but due to some bad weather in some other part of the world, his flight was cancelled, and he got rescheduled for a departure today.
It’s funny you know, he doesn’t have the normal commute, doesn’t have “normal” work hours, and frequently works the weekends. But he does get to use his home office as his base of operations, and we work around his days at home to get to spend time with one another, and spend time with other family members. I consider us incredibly lucky in that regard.
When his travel plans got shuffled yesterday, which I have to say does not happen very often, we rearranged our day, and actually were able to spend time with our grandkiddos together. He surprised Evan and picked him up at school. Which was fun for Travel Man, because we found out from our daughter earlier in the day that Evan was a little bummed because he did not get to give his Papa a goodbye, travel hug. (That’s what Evan called it. )
The difficult part for me in all of the travel shuffling was saying goodbye to Travel Man twice. And yesterday when he was leaving I got teary eyed, this hardly ever happens to me. I’m saying goodbye to my guy many times during any given month. But yesterday was different. We had stayed at a hotel near LAX Sunday night so the trip to the airport the next morning would take no time at all. This meant that Travel Man could just catch the hotel shuttle bus to get to the airport. I went down with him to see him off when the shuttle bus got there. We said our goodbyes, he went to the shuttle bus, and I was waiting for him to look up at me so I could give him that one last wave. And then we had a moment. My loving husband came back inside the hotel lobby to give me one more hug. When I realized he was walking back in that’s when the tears started. No warning, I just got emotional and there the tears were. We got in one last hug, and my Travel Man reassured me there was no reason to be upset, and then he was off.
Of course, he came back to the hotel in about an hour, and now this morning he is off again. One more goodbye, and he is off to his “work travel”. Back in work mode, back in “travel mode”. That’s what Travel Man calls it.
I think with my blogging this year I will try to share more stories with all of you about how Travel Man and I get through the crazy travel times with his job, and how we get along with it all. It’s a good life, sometimes crazy, but it’s what we do.