Monday, February 1, 2010
The dreaded trip. Almost every year there is some sort of business trip that Pete and I both have to attend. Sometimes for a week, sometimes two. These trips seem like a good idea when they're presented to me. We've seen some amazing places around the world. But the few days before we depart the girls are miserable - crying and begging me not to go. I always wonder if the trips are worth having to see these beautiful girls so upset. They usually get over their misery after a few days, but right now that doesn't seem possible. Thankfully they have grandparents who understand this and desperately try to cheer them up.