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Business trip t-2 days

2/26/2012 10:30pm
I'm waiting to publish these records until my husband returns from his trip, as I am really not comfortable with advertising that I am alone with 2 small kids... for 2 weeks.
My husband is a branch manager for PNC.  Since PNC recently acquired RBC's US operations, they are sending several seasoned managers & tellers to oversee the conversion.  My husband is going to the Plymouth, NC branch.
I'm kind of terrified.  I know that I'll be ok and it's not forever, and that LOTS of other women have it lots worse than I do... But I'm gonna miss my honey!
He got his suitcase out, and I got a little light-headed.  Like, this just got real.
EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk!
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  1. Audrey May 21, 2012 at 5:11 PM

    So I know this was 2 months ago but it's a shame he wasn't sent to the RBC down here in Hilton Head!! I would have loved to have seen some of my PNC buddies! I sure do miss that place... and of course you and super cute JP too!

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