Just got back from a 6 day trip to California for work. I usually have to go out there about once a quarter but this was the first time I’ve been out for a long time and also the first time I have left Cupcake baby at all!
I had mixed feelings going into the trip, mainly due to the fact I was going to be leaving the kids for such a long time. How was clingy girl baby going to manage without me? Would toddler Munchkin boy, who is now much more aware, cope if I wasn’t around? More importantly, would my husband manage alone with the kids for the first time without going into a tailspin?
I didn’t have to worry. Prepping Munchkin the week before turned out to be a good idea so that when asked he could say that mumm had gone away on a plane but she’d be back on Friday. Never mind that he has no real concept of how far in the future that Friday is, it just helped him to know that I was coming back. I also think that it seems to have been good for my husband to spend a little more time by himself with the kids. This, of course, means that I should start planning a girlie weekend away (pause, while he threatens to kill me..).
Workwise the trip was a bit bonkers as I was in back to back meetings every day from about 8.30 till 6 and then dinners in the evening. The big question I also wanted to try and answer is how practical it would be for us to move out there as a family. We’ve talked about it for years but now that the kids are both “here” we are starting to try and turn it into a reality. There are still many question marks about what would be a major change to our lives but I feel that this week has helped me figure out whether I think it is a good one.
Here are some photo highlights of my week:
Jer bought me this bag that I had coveted in LK Bennett for a couple of weeks. He wanted me to have a nice bag as I was flying fancy Virgin Upper class. He rocks..
Got sent this photo of Cupcake’s first time on the swing. Loved the photo, was a bit gutted I’d missed it.
Dinner the first night at my favourite sushi place just under the hotel. Yum Yum Yum.
A carefully posed photo taken by my nanny. She said it took at least 10 minutes to get both of them looking at the camera at the same time.
Breakfast at a 1950s diner round the corner from the hotel. It is called Flames and it was so much fun. Endless coffee refills, old timers seated along the bar.
One of my colleagues from the UK office relocated with her family to the Bay area and she very kindly had me over for dinner and to stay the night (so we could drink lots of red wine). They have bought a place right in the woods and this was the view from my bedroom. Makes a change from London rooftops.
Heat magazine and a glass of champagne on the flight home. What more could you want?
The best bit?
Seeing my kiddies the minute I got through the door. Bliss