I leave next week for a business trip. It's our fall convention. The meetings are smaller at this organization than previous places where I worked. Instead of working at a meeting with 30,000 or 70,000 attendees, we have about 1,000 (doing the usual count by including spouses, exhibitors, speakers, dogs and strollers). I long ago realized size doesn't matter for conferences. You still have to be on for 12-plus hours a day, which really tests my ol' charm-o-meter
My meeting is in southern California and I've already checked out the nearest In-n-Out Burger. Since I'll be traveling over my birthday, I think I'll stick a candle in a double-double and call it a night. (Actually, I've never attempted a double-double...but think it's high time I try one.)
Donnie left on a business trip this morning and will be gone until Sunday. So...I'm going to be a bachelor girl this week...well, y'know, a bachelor girl with a son and a dog. Prior to Bug, when Donnie traveled I reverted to my bachelor girl ways and dinner was...Doritos and sour cream OR popcorn with M&Ms OR ice cream with an open jar of peanut butter and a spoon OR extra cheesy anything. You know...all those things I love that Donnie can do without (although he would join me for ice cream and peanut butter).
Things are different now...I've got responsibilities...as in I've got to get Bug his dinner (complete with veggies) and off to bed before I plop myself in front of the TV or snuggle up with a book and start my dinner. I don't want
to share him developing any bad habits.
Trying to decide what to make for dinner this week will be a lot more fun than usual.