We are leaving her. It feels so wrong.
We have since scaled back. We are going to have a beer, and we'll be gone for an hour. At most.
We aren't doing this for any suffering-marriage reasons; Dave and I were both kind of like, "this is pointless. I don't feel like I'm missing you, and I just kind of want to be with her." But it occurred to me yesterday as Dave took Willow home as I went to a Doctor's appointment, and I felt the devastation and fear of leaving her with Dave, that perhaps by seven months it was time to rip off the band-aid. And if I don't do it today, there will always be some reason to push it back.
It'll be fine. I need to learn that we'll both survive.
Enjoy your time together!!!!
ReplyDeleteTee hee. I remember leaving P that first time. She was 1. We found a sitter who was a way better parent than I am and went down the street to get Chinese food. I believe we ended up getting takeout and called about 17 times during our outing. The kid ended up crying when I came to get her. She didn't want to leave.
ReplyDeleteWillow and Francie are starting to look more like cousins...fuzzy head, general baby adorableness, etc. Pat and I went out on the 6 month birthday, and I mean full on went out. It was also the night Francie got her first tooth. Thanks, Nama! I do get the mental hives upon leaving, though, so I'm with you there. But once I'm gone, it's like, baby? What baby? Then when I remember, it's pedal to the metal the whole way home.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed having her over (as did Toaster), and though I know it's hard to leave your baby, I'll be happy to stay with her any time, so please take me up on it!
ReplyDeleteYeah, I don't want to talk about it. It was fine(ish) we all survived, but I don't think it's going to be repeated anytime soon.
ReplyDeleteIs good thing, am grateful, is done. Next time I'm somewhere other than where she is, I'd like her to be eighteen.