Now for my confession....
I love business travel. Now, I’m lucky that my need to travel for business is very rare. In fact, once or twice a year is about all it calls for. Which is why I don't feel AS guilty for the need to confess.
When I am traveling on company business, I’m not a mommy. I am Karissa. I am a highly-respected colleague. I am a contributor to a team. I am a problem-solver, a solution provider, and a subject matter expert. I feel like I’m Super-Woman instead of Super-Mom.
The “Mom” in me is put on the shelf for a few days. I don’t have to juggle. I don’t have to worry about what’s for dinner. I don’t have to wipe any butts. Business travel is a luxurious break from my day-to-day reality.
I can have room service every night. I can eat cheesecake for dinner and drink a little more than I should — and not have to worry that a crazy 2 and 5 year old will be waking me before the sun rises.
I can sleep for only 5 hours each night but feel more rested than when I sleep for 7.5 at home.
The airport doesn't stress me out and my anxiety levels while traveling are at an all-time low. I don't have to worry about anyone but myself, I am on no ones schedule but my own. It’s so nice to only be worried about leaving enough time to drop off the rental car.
When I flew in on Friday night, I was greeted by HUGE smiles and two children sprinting towards me for a big bear-hug. For a split-second, I think that maybe I should travel more so that I get a greeting that like more often.
As much as I love being away on business travel, nothing beats the feeling of coming home.