From (almost) right after college graduation (almost) until my water broke with Caroline, I had a full-time, corporate job. Or several.
So I understand that working can suck. I understand 15-hour days and crappy commutes and unreasonable bosses and deadlines and unreliable team members and huge projects and fire drills and the stress that can be a full-time, corporate job.
But I also stayed in suites at the Waldorf Astoria and rode camels around the pyramids in Egypt and was escorted through the Colombian jungle by armed guards and had courtside seats and expense account dinners and lots of happy hours with people I genuinely liked and respected, so I also understand that working can NOT suck in a very big way.
Some husbands can sometimes pretend like business travel is a real drag. Keep talking, buster.
My husband is on a two-week-long business trip. It happens to be the last two weeks of school, so he has missed plays and concerts and father/son baseball games and his 45th birthday and all the drama and excitement that is The End of The Year.
(Now, he is working hard. I know that. And he really misses us. But that’s not funny, so we’ll ignore it right now.)
These two weeks have been fun, but a little stressful for me. Okay, REALLY stressful for me. And throughout my busy, stressful days, I’ve gotten texts from my husband. Here’s just a sampling:
"You would like this place. It’s right on the water and the sun is setting soon. Gorgeous."
"I want a sailboat."
"Rumrunners are dangerous drinks."
"(My coworker) has man boobs. He’s asleep on the beach."
"Just ate conch fritters, salad and grouper – delicious – I’m stuffed!"
"I think we’re going to try to go scuba diving."
"Need to get cleaned up and head out to a nice dinner."
"Boarding a plane; have a few hours to just relax."
"This voluptuous waitress won’t get off my lap."
(Okay, I made that last one up. But let’s face it, the guy is having fun.)
My texts back to him:
"American Express wants to know if your card was stolen. The charges are through the roof."
"The dog’s legs gave out on our walk and he scraped his nose on the asphalt."
"I have to take my dad back to the ER."
"I think I saw a rat outside."
"The kids won’t go to bed."
"It’s going to rain on the last day of school, all the outdoor parties are canceled and they’re gonna lose their minds."
"Am I a bad mother if the kids eat hot dogs for dinner...again?"
"I thought I was putting eye drops in my eye. It was albuterol."
"I think I’m blind."
He texted back:
"I’m on Bourbon Street."
That man is going to be really, really early for Mardi Gras 2013, isn't he??