So, here I am, away from the family on my annual business trip to the Gulf. Unfortunately, since my last stay here my hotel has been discovered by The Germans. No surprise I guess, given the perpetual sunshine here and that race’s seemingly insatiable desire to sunbathe.
What it does mean, of course is that any attempt to get near the hotel pool or its private beach means running the gauntlet of overweight bodies wrapped in overcooked skin…not that several days of a ‘hotel diet’ have exactly worked wonders for my physique either.
Solo business travel is never a happy scenario for the naturally glum and unsociable, and sure enough the void of human company has been filled with watching too much rubbish foreign TV and pigging out on too much rich food, along with other unsavoury activities….
Needless to say my insides are already protesting vehemently at this onslaught, and we’re only just over half way through the trip.
Missing the lad furiously, of course. The missus had thoughtfully secreted one of his little vest tops in my suitcase, as a reminder of him while I’m away. A nice touch, although I’m sure the hotel cleaner thinks I’m some sort of perv, as I’ve hung it over the suit stand and there’s no other evidence of a childly presence in the room…
If I’m totally honest I’d also admit I’m glad in a way for a few days’ break from the responsibilities of fatherhood, to have only myself to look after (however poorly). I’ve questioned why new mothers go back to work even though it makes little sense financially…I’m now coming round to the belief that this choice comes down more to a need to share the burden of 24/7 responsibility that is a child with somebody else – even a stranger – than to any desire to rejoin the rat race. While explaining it, this still doesn’t justify it in my mind.
The last days will hopefully fly, as will I back to the family seat. Wonder if I’ll be able to look at him when I get home without blubbing???
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