Yes, that’s been my schedule the past 4 weeks. Plus, it’s been made harder since I’ve come back to Vegas in between the 3 conferences that were away (San Antonio, Orlando, and New York City) for those keeping track at home. I have a sincere love-hate relationship with traveling. I prefer to say that I love to go places, but I hate to travel. Although, Mark Suster (a famous venture capitalist that you’ll only know if you’re nerdy like me) once said (and I’m sure he stole it from someone, but I heard it from him and so I’ll credit him), “Business travel is only sexy to those that don’t do it.”
That’s not the point of this post though. While I’m away, it’s pretty terrible for my wife. At least that’s what she tells me. She actually does an amazing job with the kids and everything else in life and I have no worries. She’s wonderful. Although, she does tell me how much she dislikes me traveling.
To be quite frank, I’m not sure if I should be excited by this news or upset by it. Seriously. One of my favorite parts of the show Mad Men is when the main character (I’m bad with names, don’t judge) goes off to California without telling his wife or his company and basically disappears for a month or two. No call. Nothing. He just disappears. Of course, this was pre-cell phone days, but he still could have called since he’s a rich NYC ad exec.
Once he comes home, there’s this amazing meeting between the main character and his wife as he enters their house. After an exchange where she asks where he’s been and he partially responds, Betty (well, at least I remembered the wife’s name, and I realized his name is Don Draper) says, “Well, the sad thing is, it hasn’t really been any different.”
Talk about a knife through the heart!
The first time I saw that I sat up straight and said, “WOOOOO!” I immediately wondered, “Is it any different for Crash Mom when I’m gone?”
I guess that’s why I say that I have mixed emotions when my wife tells me that it sucks (she might not use such a terrible word) when I’m gone. A part of me is pumping my fist as I think, “I’m not Don Draper! I actually do something of value in our house.” However, an equal part of me hates seeing my wife suffer. It’s one of the most terrible things in the world. Now you understand my love-hate relationship with travel.
The irony of this post was I was going to write about everything that went wrong while I was gone. Although, it went a different direction. I guess I’ll save that topic until the next time I travel. Hopefully that won’t be for a while.