Some people would rather be schusshing down a mountain on skis or soaking up the sun on a tropical island than at home with family for the holidays; I would rather be home. I didn’t realize how important it was for me until one year when I couldn’t be home.
My husband and I were house sitting out of state, and I don’t know if it was the pregnancy hormones or all the Mariah Carey Christmas music on the radio, but I was bummed. I knew that a plane ticket was out of the question – I was about to pop out a baby – and the same went for a car ride. The weather wouldn’t permit much travel, anyway, because it had been snowing nearly all week. Instead, I spent the holidays holed up in the house with my husband and hoping I wouldn’t go into labor and have to give birth in the bathtub.
Have you ever had to be away from home for the holidays? How did you cope?