During my second year in Zurich I might have bragged about the number of days I spent not working. I think it was something like 34 days of vacation. Well, in a similar vein, in the last month, I accidentally had 20 nights away from the kiddos, and I definitely wouldn’t call that a bragging fact. It actually makes me quite sad. I miss the family.
It wasn’t going to be this way. Yes I had seven nights in India booked, 1 night up in Bend with just Cody and Brenda before the family arrived. The kids were slated for two nights with my parents to wrap up the first week of spring break and then I had two nights for a girls weekend in Vegas. Yes it seemed like a lot but it seemed manageable.
But shortly after the India trip, things went sideways. After only three nights at home from India I tested positive for Covid. And so began my seven days of quarantine.
Quarantine ended three nights before my flight to Bend. And thankfully soccer Saturday morning was canceled so Martin and the kids were able to get to Bend much earlier than expected so we were able to make the most of our four night Easter trip at Sunriver.
We left Sunriver Wednesday morning, And due to logistics, it made more sense to drop the kids off directly at my parents house for a three night stay instead of trying to coordinate drop off Thursday morning.
We had a nice Saturday before I left for Vegas where I am pretty sure the kids were done with me being gone and made more than a few comments about me leaving again.
So all in, 20 days. Which is at least 14 too many.
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