I'm a hybrid, the kind of mom who both stays home and works. The best of both worlds some days. Other days? Not so much. But it works for me. Most days you can find me as I am right now this second, in my work uniform (tshirt that I may or may not have slept in, "workout" pants that don't ever see a workout, cold cup of coffee next to my laptop, streaming SNL on a tablet as I'm hacking away at the keyboard), some days you can find me dressed more formally (in actual "leaving the house" clothes–my daughter always asks "mommy, were you on TV today?" if I put make up on, too).
And this weekend, I wore make up and actual clothes for 4 days in a row. Because I went away. On a business trip. For 4 days … 4 blessed, remarkable days. I slept in a hotel bed and had a bathroom that wasn't shared with little children and paid for my coffee every morning and only had to get meals for myself. What a difference from normal life.
But by Sunday, I was ready to be home. Ready to be in my normal, comfy and casual uniform. It was great to be a grown-up for a while, to be around other people who are also a part of regional parenting magazines, to get to know industry trends and information, to see a new city… blah, blah, blah. No, really, it was a great trip and I learned a lot, but I wanted my comfy pants, my couch-slash-office, and yes, even my kids breaking in on me in the bathroom.
Because that's what life is all about, right? I mean, we talked about this last week–life is messy and awesome. I wanted to be home to tell the people I love that I love them. Going away recharged my batteries and reminded me of what I'm thankful for. Free coffee, comfy pants and my family.
