I am getting ready for the most guilt loaded trip I ever planned. I will leave for a work related trip this Thursday and i will be away for 4 days. This was not a mandatory conference, it was just an unexpected award that I received and somehow I could not refuse without staining a little my academic reputation. So, here I am with a heavy heart, thinking how I will fall asleep without smelling my beautiful girl, how I will wake up without her kisses. But, as sad as I am, I was even more worried about her, how will she fare without me.
So, I started counting days with her, when will I leave, when I will I come back. She was upset, apparently I told her once that I will be away for 3 days and now she was counting 4 (including the day I am coming back). So we went over the days again and again until she finally understood. Mommy comes back on the 4th day, on Sunday. And then she told me: "so I will call that Sunday the mommy's Sunday because I will wait and wait until you come back to me".
And now that she is not here to see me, I can cry a little.
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