So I am going to be in Chicago for 36 hours. Actually, less than that. I am going to be away from home for a total of 44 hours.
So far I have been gone for four hours.
I have pumped twice.
I have called home three times.
I made a new friend on the plane.
Everything is fine.
But I am still a weepy mess. Luke is fine. Probably doesn’t even miss me. But I feel like this is the biggest deal on earth. Is the first time I have been away from him for more than five hours.
I am going to Chicago for amazing, fantabulous albeit cold fun (work). But it doesn’t change the fact that I miss my handsome man (and my super strong and smart girl too).
It is going to be gnarly….in a good way.
In the meantime, I will be searching for an electrical outlet.