Such sweet sorrow, when a blogger abandons his post for a week or two. On the one hand, I haven’t been writing about my kids. On the other hand, you haven’t had to read about my kids.
But all that is coming to an end, as I’m rejoining the DadWagon just in time for the week of hysteria and madness leading up to Father’s Day. I’m writing this from Turkish Airways flight 11, the newish (and somewhat awesomely scheduled) afternoon nonstop from Istanbul to New York, which gets in at 9p. No waiting all day in bleary stupor just to go to sleep at a time appropriate for the continent you’re on. Just sleep a bit on the plane and get home and rejoin humanity.
Of course, coming back is about more than just adjusting to the time zone. It’s also about getting back into the family role that I completely abandon when I leave town. I’ve been away in the Republic of Georgia, and in Istanbul. I’ve been reporting, mostly on politics, and I’ve hardly even seen a kid in my travels. But now I’ll be needing to get right back into it. There are some bills to pay, emails to write to schools. I need to reintroduce myself to the kids, who have seen me on Skype three times over the last couple weeks, but otherwise may be less aware of my existence than before.
So in other words, it’s time for me to go to work. In the home. Being a foreign correspondent, even a part-time one, has its costs.