I could handle these god damn business trips a lot better if they had a definite end-date. What was suppose to be a three day trip has stretched into day nine and still still in the air of how many more days it will last.
And, trust me, children behave a hell of a lot better when they know for certain when Daddy's coming home.
Oh. My. Hell.
Like Tuckie, I'm happy to just have my head above water.