Sometimes it's the little things. That set me off. Last night it was the fact that my husband asked me where is running shoes were. He was packing his suitcase getting ready to leave on a business trip that will keep him far from home until Thursday evening. I launched into him.
"So your going to have time to exercise while your gone then? Huh. I'll be lucky if I get to take a 30 second shower." I pouted.
He gave me the look of death and left the room. He had every right.
It is just that I am jealous of those trips. I have never had the opportunity to travel for work, and I know that I have an unrealistic picture of what it might be like. I see an empty hotel room with a big bed, and a movie channel. I see a bathroom that someone else cleans. I see quiet. A night where no children wake you up because they wet the bed or because the need their covers "fixed". I see fancy client dinners on the company dime. Sure I know he is there for work, but in some ways, it seems like a vacation.
No, no he assures me, this is definitely not the case. Business travel gets tiring. The hours are long, and the client dinners seem endless. The hotel is always noisy or cold, and he never gets that much rest. He has to wake up early, and has no time to himself. He misses his kids.
But, he packed his running shoes. His running shoes. He has time to run. That is something. And you know what? If he has time to run, he probably has time for other things as well. I bet he is out with coworkers drinking martinis right now. I'll bet he has steak for dinner. I'll bet he sleeps just fine in that hotel room tonight.
Okay, and if he does, why should I begrudge him? He is the breadwinner after all and he has to take these trips. So why shouldn't he enjoy himself? Would it make me feel better if I knew he was shivering in a freezing cold cockroach infested hotel? Would I be happier thinking he was forced to eat McDonald's every night? Of course not.
Well maybe just a little.