Bedtime is the one time of the day that Truman really struggles unless he's sleeping with me. He's in his swing, and calling for me. It's hard not to pick him up, but it's also tiresome to always give in and let him have his way. I'm giving him some time to try to fall asleep on his own, but in 10 more minutes I'll probably just give up. Should I feel sorry for James when he comes home telling me how tired his is and that he needs a nap? This is the sob story he told me after his last "business" trip. You can imagine that I didn't really have much sympathy for how tired he was after he got to sleep in a quiet hotel room.
I hope you have fun out there, but come home well-rested.