This weekend Devang and I are headed to Chicago (without the kids). Lucky for us we are getting the full experience because there is plenty of snow and crappy weather to make sure we don’t come back disappointed (ahhh!!).
This is the second time I am traveling without the kids (first being the ladies weekend in New York). But instead of feeling seasoned, I am even more anxious because the entire parental team is away. The fort instead is being maned by Devang’s parents who I know are excellent at taking care of the kids. But it still feels like ripping my heart off and leaving it back home (to put it mildly).
The first difference in traveling without kids is the lack of stuff that needs to come along. After spending a miniscule 10 minutes packing we were off to the airport. I felt so naked without my kids hanging off of me. I didnt know what to do with my hands so I got an extra large cappuccino and amused myself by drinking it without someone trying to knock it off my hands. In the plane too, we were actually able to order drinks without the fear of wearing them. Each of us even got some work done inflight. Wow I think, this is how it used to be. Inspite of everything, if you ask me, I of course wish that my kids were here.
The weekend should be a fun one. Plans are in place to see most everyone. I am hoping to eat at XOCO, Lula’s Cafe, and maybe get some Chicago-Mix at Garrett. I told Devang we should go watch a movie too you know!
Chicago, I have missed you. Even so, please don’t get me stranded here when it is time to go home because I might not make it an extra day without my babies.