Next week both Daddy and I will be gone for most of the week for business. I'm heading to south Florida and he's heading to Dallas. Both of us tried to get out of our trips, but luckily the grandparents have stepped in and will be looking after the girls (and dog).
I'm still not okay with being gone. I'm not okay with this at all. I've never been away from Sofia or Sam more than 3 nights, which is usually my threshold for a business trip anyway. I don't want to go and I know that there is no way to get out of it without quitting my job, which isn't realistic right now. I know that is the case, but I still want to cry just thinking about next week. I'm trying to be optimistic. At least I don't have to do this often. Maybe I can take time to read and take care of other things that have been put off. Maybe I can sleep through the night!
Daddy has 2 other week-long trips before the year is out. I know he's not happy about it either because he misses us just as much as we miss him when he's gone.
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Oh man, that's tough. They're tough and resiliant girls though, you've done such a great job with them that I'm sure they'll be fine, which should in turn give you a little peace of mind when you're gone...
Hugs. I'll be thinking of you.
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