I Had a Dream...

I had a dream...

I dreamt that traveling for work would mean the only thing I would be picking up after work would be a laptop and a bottle of wine. I dreamt of watching some Netflix, sipping a glass of wine, putting my feet up on a pillow in my own bed, a bed I don't share with a husband and dog, and occasionally a baby.

I dreamt I would go to bed early, without interruption from said husband, dog, or baby. I would sleep through a night.

In the morning? The only person I would have to get ready is me. No wrestling with pigtails, no making sure the husband has clean work shirts, no getting the dog outside.

The reality? 12 hours of meetings, followed by four hours of huge dinners with copious amounts of wine and waits for tables, followed by arriving at the hotel at 11, nearing tears trying to take the heels off that had now suctioned to the blisters on my feet.

Then...well, then I got to spend two hours doing work I had to neglect during the 12 hours of meetings.

Meaning, I went to bed near 1 a.m. and then got up at 6 a.m. to start it all over again. 12 hours of meetings. Hours of dinner. More work. Getting up early. Painful feet.

So I came home to my husband, dog, and baby for relaxation and sleep.

Instead of a feather bed, I sunk into my own pillow-top mattress, covered with dog hair and baby drool. I washed work shirts for my husband. Cleaned out the stuffy nose of my baby. Brushed the puppy...

And was grateful I am not often away from this kind of chaos.