Tonight, the hubs and I are headed out of town for a weekend getaway. Sans kiddo.
I'm concerned. I'm excited. Anxious. Scared. Anticipating.
This won't be the first time I've been away from Ansley. A few months ago, the hubs had a week of training two hours away, actually in his hometown. So he took the babe to spend a week with the grandparents. It was difficult then, but at least she was with her daddy.
But this is the first time she's be away from both of us for more than a few hours.
The in-laws are coming to spend the weekend at our house, to feed the dogs, and, more importantly, Ansley. We'll be just an hour away, and plan to be back early afternoon Sunday. I know everything will be perfect, and it will be a great time for the in-laws (as long as the kiddo keeps sleeping in, and doesn't revert back to her 6:30 wake up).
And, we'll have fun. And, we need it. Because no matter how much we invest in Ansley, if we aren't investing in our marriage, it does no good.
So, wish us luck! And if you hear groaning, it's probably because the in-laws are accustomed to central time, so Ansley waking at 6:30 is really 5:30 to them. And they may not like that too much.