First Night UPDATED

I spent my first night away from the kids this week.  It was... eh... not that great.  I think part of it was the expectations I had for time.  I expected to do a little kicking back and drinking beer but none of that happened.  Instead, I ended up with the faux pax of bringing a 6 pack of beer to share to a meeting.   I also had the enjoyment of carrying that same six pack out of the meeting minus one beer for the trainer to take back to her room.  I was disappointed, but when one goes away on a work trip, one can expect to work and work we did.

By the end of the day I was so tired, that I just went to the gym then straight to bed.  I tossed and turned and had a hard time getting comfortable.  It felt really weird to be there by myself.  I didn't feel sad or anything.  I just felt out of place.

The next morning, Peanut called me in hysterics.  She had very little sleep and was in crazy mode.  I talked to her for a minute or two, but she just kept screaming, "I just want to give you a hug and a kiss."  By the end of the phone call, I was in tears.  It made me sad to hear her so torn up.  I knew most of it was that she was just so tired.  If I was there it would have been something else that set her off, but it really played into my own insecurities.

So ya, it didn't go so well, but you know, it can only go up from there.  Maybe next time I will try a little harder to create my own fun.

Updated:  So I forgot to add the best part of this whole story.  The kids realized that their father can take care of them.  I was putting some stuff away the evening I got home.  I went to see what everyone was doing and the kids were sprawled across the bed with Mr. T.  Peanut was a reading a book and BabyP was reading a car magazine.  It was nice to see them all so comfortable together.  Normally, the kids would have naturally been following me around the house.