Hubby left yesterday morning at 6 a.m. for China. He just checked into his hotel at 1 p.m. That's 32 hours of travel. It's now 3 a.m. there and hopefully he's asleep.
I don't envy the length of his trip, but boy am I jealous of him traveling. He's doing three of my very favorite things: traveling by plane, staying in a hotel, and eating out every meal of the day. Meanwhile, what am I doing? Going to orthodontist appointments and soccer practices, picking fleas off a kitten, and endlessly cleaning up after four rowdy boys.