With lots of time to spare I play music on my laptop. And then, I dance. I dance in the bathroom, I dance in front of five mirrors, and when the Beastie Boys come on, I dance up on the bed.
I am happy. I order the fifteen-dollar omelet from room service without flinching. And I add a pot of coffee.
This is the real problem with travel: How fun it is. How freeing it is to be away from the kids. I can think, I can eat like a queen, and I can bounce around the room like a fifteen-year-old. Not that I couldn't do this at home. I could, sans omelet. But I wouldn't. That's why business travel is so inspiring to a mom. And now I'm thinking maybe I can do one more city for the book tour.