I live in San Francisco, but ocassionally work requires that I am in New York. Before kids, this was easy. Fly in Sunday afternoon, spend a day shopping, walking around New York, attend meetings on Monday, grab dinner with friends and head out the next morning. However, as with everything, this changes with children.
New York still beckons me for work, and I still oblige. But now, I take the latest flight out (10/11pm) of SFO into JFK. While sleeping on a cramped plane is not ideal, getting 5 hours of contiguous sleep anywhere is a good night, and plus, I can put the children to sleep and they won't even know I left!
Mornings are so hectic anyways that the kids barely even recognize my absence-and off they go to school. Meanwhile, by the time they have eaten their breakfast, I have already conducted two meetings and am going into a lunch meeting.
By the time school ends at 3, I have already spent 8 hours in meetings and am enjoying a well-deserved Tom Collins on the last flight out of NY, scheduled to arrive just in time to tuck them into bed.
AWESOME... and Good Night, I'm tired...
