Last week I spent 3 days in Connecticut for a conference. We stayed in a little town near Hartford Connecticut. It’s a very scenic place, very New Englandly (seeing that it IS New England).
I have a love/hate relationship with going to conferences. I love having some time where my only responsibility is working. That’s it. Keynote, sessions, trying out cool things, sleep. I don’t have to cook or clean or even make my bed. Or share my bed, for that matter. I slept smack dab in the middle and enjoyed it immensely.
But after a while, the constant consumption of information gets to be too much. There’s only so much information that I can process. Everything I hear I filter to determine if it’s something I can apply. Two and a half days of that and by the time I stumble to the airport I’m wiped out.
I also missed my kids. They spend the week before I left with their grandparents. We spent Saturday with them and came home Sunday so I could unpack them and pack me for my trip. On Monday I took Buddy to his first day of summer camp, spent the day at work, then took off for the airport. I was so ready to be home Thursday evening.
To help the kids feel like they were more connected to me while I was away, I asked them each to give me a small toy. Sassafras have my a little Barbie doll, probably from a Happy Meal, and Buddy gave me a matchbox car. I took pictures of their toys along my trip, in the airport, on the plane, at the hotel, etc. and texted them to my husband to share with them. They really loved it and it was fun for me to find new places to take photos. I got a few weird looks, but whenever I explained what I was doing, people always thought it was a great idea.