I don't know what to do with myself...

I only travel a couple of times a year for work. Now is one of those times. As I type this, I'm sitting in my hotel room in Baltimore wishing the Starbucks across the street delivered so I wouldn't have to throw on my sweats and go outside in the cold.

Traveling has become increasingly more difficult since Torin was born. Before I only had to think about Chris. Now there's a totally different level of worry when I leave home. Not because I don't think Chris is capable...he's beyond capable. He's a wonderful dad. But I'm a mom. That's my job. (Okay I know it's really not my job to worry, in fact my Bible study this morning touched on that, but still, it's what I do.)

I realized something yesterday afternoon after I arrived and finished the few things I needed to do before our evening reception. I don't know what to do with myself when I'm away. I was wandering around asking people if they needed help. I stood in the lobby of the hotel for a few minutes...just standing there looking stupid. I finally made my way back to my room and did my nails and watched Sister Wives. Don't judge me...the hotel doesn't get Food Network, which is my channel of choice on the weekends. So I turned to TLC, thinking I might find an episode of What Not to Wear. I never realized I'd get sucked into this very strange show.

Anyway, it's ironic that when I'm home and immersed in every day life, it's easy to think about how great it would be to have a little break. But then as soon as I'm actually away, all I really want to do is go home. I guess that's the struggle for moms. I totally believe breaks are good, but it's so hard to let things go and really take a break.

My heart is with my guys.