tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post1711478140737375222..comments2023-05-12T01:28:00.366-07:00Comments on Babysteps: Thursday Thirteen #9Carinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12976869000808518440noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-12850713159412815472007-03-01T17:33:00.000-08:002007-03-01T17:33:00.000-08:00Aw Babystepper....such an interesting getting to k...Aw Babystepper....such an interesting getting to know you list. Thanks for visiting me.<BR/><BR/>I'll be back!Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01107604432490903700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-31822973825699095332007-03-01T16:40:00.000-08:002007-03-01T16:40:00.000-08:00My husband used to travel for work, too. I called ...My husband used to travel for work, too. I called it his vacations. I want to go! How come when I go, I have to bring my job with me? Ok, so he does too, but he gets to have peace in the hotel room away from the job, my job gets worse in the hotel room!Qtpies7https://www.blogger.com/profile/04612364762900912663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-24439309216072915772007-03-01T10:57:00.000-08:002007-03-01T10:57:00.000-08:00I can sort of relate, my Dad worked off-shore on o...I can sort of relate, my Dad worked off-shore on oil drilling rigs. One week on the rig, one week at home. If something went wrong, if someone got sick, whatever, it was on the week Dad was gone.<BR/><BR/>But hey, that's what slice and bake cookies were invented for.JAMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04272374108524693575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-60383131307768790212007-03-01T10:04:00.000-08:002007-03-01T10:04:00.000-08:00I am SO there with you, especially on the eating t...I am SO there with you, especially on the eating too much junk thing. I have no sympathy at all when my husband complains about business travel, despite having done more than enough pre-kids to realize how lousy it can be sometimes. I hope he's coming home soon.<BR/><BR/>RobinRobinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02409530202277375625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-50047518965435533152007-03-01T07:20:00.000-08:002007-03-01T07:20:00.000-08:00You are not alone. It is tough to do it all and ma...You are not alone. It is tough to do it all and maintain a cheerful attitude while doing it (especially when he is eating out and staying in a nice hotel with plenty of peace and quiet). I always fail miserably. Hang in there. Maybe you can have a little time to relax when he gets back. Hubby always does that for me.<BR/>((hugs))Leigh Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13059918466503894975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-69201174465255599892007-03-01T06:31:00.000-08:002007-03-01T06:31:00.000-08:00I have so been here, and done this...mine are in c...I have so been here, and done this...<BR/>mine are in college now... away from home :-(<BR/>When hubby comes home, tell him you are going to take a shower... then stay up there for a really long time :-) Well, that is what I did haha<3~Rosemaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16666558584046959941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36846651.post-86986341577740393682007-03-01T05:57:00.000-08:002007-03-01T05:57:00.000-08:00I feel your pain. But next time he comes home from...I feel your pain. But next time he comes home from a business trip, stand in the doorway waiting with the kiddos, hand them off to him, and go get a facial. <BR/><BR/>My TT is up, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com