Travelling Solo

This week, I’ve had to travel back to the States for my grandfather’s memorial service.

Not wanting to subject the kids to the time changes and disruption involved with a short trip overseas, I’ve come on my own.

Alone.

Solo.

Uno.

Yes, I’m childless for FIVE days.

My husband asked: “What will you do on that flight, all alone?”

The reality? While I was completely unencumbered – it was one damn long flight. It felt endless.

No fussing. No whining. I was free to read, watch a movie without interruption – and it was the longest damn flight I’ve EVER been on.

I miss my kids. I miss my puppy, peeing on my feet. I miss my husband, looking at me with the last dregs of patience as I lose my temper with my kids after the umpteenth sibling battle-o-rama of the day.

Hopefully, they miss me a bit too – and I’ll be a bit more appreciated when I return. Because I know I will appreciate them more, too.