Most of last week I was in Texas on business. My current job has me out of town regularly. Annalisa and I have been talking a lot about what I can do to be home more if and when we have one or two more boys moving in.
Those same weather extremes that are more and more the normal of life make my business trips longer and longer. I woke at 345 am in Texas to take a 6 am flight and be sure I was back for a 4pm meeting. The first flight was on time. Rain along the east coast delayed the second flight and I was an hour late for the meeting--canceling it and rescheduling for next week. I went to dinner. The trains were delayed and I got home just after midnight.
My daily commute to Philadelphia is also getting longer. Amtrak upgraded their equipment, but snow, floods, and someone committing suicide by train every other month has me regularly hours late getting home.
I am complaining, no doubt about that. But I am also thinking out loud about what it means to be unreliably home with boys who need their parents reliably present.