In about two hours I am headed to the airport. I am going to be in Washington DC for 9 whole days; no German, no Dude.
Before you start thinking that I have gone crazy, know that I am going to be a delegate during Overseas Americans Week. This annual event is put together by the three largest organizations representing expat interests. We present our interest to congress in an attempt to make sure that people do not forget that almost 5 million Americans live abroad. And we have issues . . . not the kind that require therapy. I am going over to put in my two cents regarding voting issues.
At the beginning I was very excited about helping and participating, but now . . .
I woke up at 4am from a dream in which the Dude was crying and would not calm down. When he finally went to sleep (in my dream), we woke back up at 2am and only wanted to be with mom.
Yes, definite feelings of guilt there. If a man left his wife and one year old for a business trip, no one would comment. However, I feel like a the worst mother in the world to be going. The funny thing is, the other mom's in my play groups have been very supportive. "Big city? No baby? No husband? Take me with you!"
The German is also very supportive, although last night he looked at me with his panic face, "You are coming back right?" No worries, I will always come back for my boys.