On Monday night I was supposed to go to Baltimore. When I woke up Monday morning at 7am, my 3:45pm flight had already been cancelled. I rebooked on the 7:05pm. I received several notifications during the day that it had been postponed to 7:15, 7:30, 7:40.
I left for the airport at 4:30, feeling badly that I was leaving a little bit earlier than I needed to but wanting to get gas for my car and just feeling like it would be nice to have a decent dinner at the airport. I left my husband managing piano lessons, junior rifle coaching, dinner, babysitter, etc.
I drove to the airport, had a lovely dinner, sat there for 2 hours while my flight was moved back to 8:15, then 8:45. At 8:00 I cancelled. I said, "this is ridiculous" and I drove home.
I got home at 9pm in time to drive the babysitter home.
Tuesday night I went to our shooting club to practice. I was gone from 6:30 until 9.
Wednesday night I worked late. I have an important project due Friday and my boss was available tonight to give me some feedback. I got home at 7:30.
Thursday night we are taking one of my coworkers out for a drink because it is his last day. I will be home at 7:30.
I was feeling guilty because when I work late or travel or go to the shooting club my stay-at-home husband has to manage homework and dinnertime and bath time all by himself.
This morning, Wednesday morning I left early. I had to drop the boys off at school at 7:45am for math tutoring and then I went to my office. I got up at 6:45 to shower and get ready. I left at 7:30. It was 6 degrees when I left.
Tonight my husband said to me, "You probably dont want to hear this but today after you left, I put the girls on the bus - then I turned our electric blanket and took a 2 hour nap."
I said, "I DO want to hear it because you have, in one sentence, assuaged ALL of my guilt for the WHOLE week."