Monday afternoon my husband sent me a text that he may have to go back to Australia for work. Okay, fine, I only hyperventilated a little bit. Not because he would be gone for 10 days, but because typically, when he gets a heads up that travel is coming, its a few weeks away. And I am going out of town on a mission trip with a bunch of teenagers in June myself. I'm not excited about the prospect of both of us being gone at the same time, for the love of my poor mother.
So. He felt it probably wouldn't happen, there was some corporate bickering about was it really necessary, blah blah blah.
He left Tuesday, for nine days.
View from the banks of the Yarra, Melbourne, Australia copyright @tripstermeade
This picture pretty much sums up what's going on in my brain. The good news is I'm getting closer to my free trip to Maui.