I just dropped my mom off at the airport, and I am sad.
It was the longest trip she’s ever made to see us, and coincidentally at probably the worst time of year for us since Trent and I are both packing up to head to San Diego – I leave tomorrow for Adobe MAX and Trent joins me there in two days (he’s going to the conference this year, so I at least get hubby company!).
But I wanted to see my mom; after the year she’s had, I wanted to get her out of Michigan and get her to relax. I wanted to push myself extra hard and get ready for my MAX responsibilities a week early, so I could have this time to relax with her before diving into the most stressful week of my year.
I just wanted my mom.
I didn’t quite succeed at the stress-free part. I was never able to completely “turn off” during her visit; I was still feeling the crunch, and I’m a little disappointed about that.
But I do think Munga got to relax. I got to take her stress away for a week, I hope. And we got to be together. We got to take a lot of naps together.
And we did actually manage to do quite a lot of fun stuff, too…