Usually I say that in October or November, or even December. But I find myself saying that already and it is only January!

Work has been insanely busy. We are planning a new product launch in a month and I have to go out on the road on a media tour. I will then have to travel in March for a trade show and possibly again in April and May. I guess my excuses for not traveling are wearing thin. Well really, I am needed on most of the trips and at times, I miss the adventure of traveling to different cities.

Joe and I were talking just yesterday saying how we can’t even imagine our lives without Colt, but I felt a slight twinge of guilt as I said “Yes, actually I do remember a few things about not having him.” For one, traveling and not feeling guilty about being away from home. At one previous job, I traveled at least once a month for 3-5 days, working of course, but also able to stay a day extra to enjoy the sights and experiences of that city. I was able to see the basilicas and art in Montreal, experience the Inner Harbor in Baltimore, ride the roller coaster at The New Yorker in Las Vegas, and on and on.

But now, I have this urge to get home to both my husband and son. I miss falling asleep with my hand on my husband’s chest. I miss saying “Give mommy a kiss good night” and having my son open his mouth wide to give me a wet one. Life changes and so do priorities.

So as we cut our shopping short yesterday to rush home so Colt could get his nap, I admit that I miss the times when we would spontaneously grab a bite to each then decide to head to the movies for the evening. BUT, I would miss even more the smile from the back seat as my son jabbers in his own little language and squeals with delight as I walk in the door from work and he runs to give me a hug.