I was on the New Jersey Turnpike at 4:15 this morning - not because I wanted to, but because I love my husband.
My husband's job requires him to travel about 30-40 percent of the time. Usually, the business trips are on the East Coast, so he drives his company car. But occasionally, he has a trip that requires him to fly. This time, it was Houston.
I was not a happy camper last night when he said "5:30," after I asked him what time his flight left.
"In the morning?" I questioned, already frowning my face.
"Yep. In the morning," he replied, knowing I don't like to roll over good before 9 a.m. (I have flexible work hours and usually get to the office around 10:30 a.m.)
"You couldn't have left today?" I asked.
"I could have, but the flight was twice as much and it had a layover. Going from Continental one hub to another Continental hub should not require a layover," he said.
I looked at him with my best version of puppy-dog eyes, tilted my head to the side and stuck out my bottom lip.
"I'll drive myself," he finally said.
"No, no. I'll take you. That's what a good wife does," I sarcastically said.
So, the alarm clock went off at 4 a.m. and we were out of the door by 4:15 a.m.
It was a quiet ride - there's not much to say at that insane hour.
We were at the airport by 4:45 a.m. and I was back at home and in bed by 5:15 a.m.
I love my husband, but next time, he's driving himself!
2 comments:
I travel a lot for work, and I know my wife misses me when I'm gone. Sometimes I leave early on the day I have to arrive instead of the night before so I have one more night to spend at home with my wife - even if were only sleeping next to one another.
Its rough on me because I'm usually tired the first day of my trip, but the time I spend with my wife, whom I love, is definitely worth a little lost sleep...
Has this occured to you?
You are too funny. I had to drive my husband to the airport last week and thought the 6 a.m. departure from home was a struggle, so I can imagine what state you were in at 4:15!
Call me a little worrisome, but I think I'd find it hard to forgive myself if, God forbid, something happened to him during his travels and I opted not to take him to the airport.
I'm sure you were groggy but at peace once you got back to your comfy bed, knowing your hubby appreciated your act of loving kindness.
Keep up the good work!
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