My wonderful friend offered to have Matisse for a sleepover tomorrow night so that Dan and I could go and live it up in the city. Cue bathrobe, bath, room service and um, sleep. Throw in some wine to keep it exciting.
When she first offered I was all up for it, how exciting a nice night out. Working out logistics, her kid goes to the same child care. All was perfect in the world.
Twenty whole hours later and I feel guilty. I’m worried she will be confused. It would mean dropping her off Monday morning and not seeing her until Tuesday night. We haven’t both been away at the same time but she would be hanging out with her bestie so I’ve got no stress there. It’s this thing, I just can’t do it. We have been given a free pass and I was requesting a luxury hotel, swisho food but I’ll miss her. Not sure who I’m worried for more, me or her.
I know there is no time limit or magical moment when it is okay but I don’t think that moment is yet and I’m no way convinced it will be soon. Baby steps, we will do a sleepover when I can pick her up in the morning. Less stress for all, er, me.
I start two weeks of training for work tomorrow so that is also on my mind as I won’t be seeing her too much. Wish me luck 🙂