A Young Wife’s Tale

After David’s training class ended in Virginia, we met up with David’s father, who was also traveling for business, in Maryland. The Mariott Residence Inn was fabulous. It was the nicest extended stay hotel I’ve ever seen. I’d like to live there, but it would be a horrible commute for David.

Isn’t the look on Henry’s face hilarious?

Greetings from Virginia! David is in training this week, and Henry and I have camped out at the hotel. I had planned to do a lot of writing while David was in class each day, but the motherboard in David’s laptop died. Our iPhones make it possible for us to check email, and things like that, but writing is frustratingly slow on a phone.

Mostly I’ve been reading and knitting. I’m perfectly happy being stuck in a hotel room all day. It’s not much different from being stuck in our apartment all day, except I have less work to do.

Our hotel room has a kitchenette, and I’ve done a good bit of cooking trying to keep David gluten free and dairy free. He has eaten out a few times, and had dairy, but he seems to be okay. In fact, he’s walked Henry a lot on this trip.

We survived our second week in New Jersey.

Monday when David came home from work, he said, “I put in a request to go to a training conference in Virginia. It’s Wednesday through Friday. They’ll never approve it on such short notice.”

Tuesday afternoon, David calls me and says, “Pack my bag. I’m leaving in three hours.”