There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound" - Tiffany, I Think We're Alone Now
You're welcome, you can have that inane song stuck in your head. Consider it a gift.
DH and I are getting away tonight; a dear friend of ours is watching Maeve, and we are off to a hotel for the night, followed by massages and a very nice lunch before we come home. And I'm such a jumble of emotions this morning.
I'm worried I'll sabotage the whole thing by missing Maeve and being weepy. I'm worried (worse yet) that I'll be totally happy and carefree, then we'll come home and she'll be stone dead.
Moms, you know what I'm talking about. It used to be that every time I left Maeve with a sitter, for my hour-long errand trips or doctor appointments, that on my way back to the house I'd be preparing myself for the worst. She stopped breathing. The ambulance didn't get here in time. They didn't think I could take the news by phone.
This mentally ill state has improved, and now I can leave her with people for a few hours without being certain she'll perish in my absence. But overnight is a whole new thing. I think I can do it, I'm almost positive I can. But there's only one way to find out.
Oh, and our hotel is two blocks from our apartment. Scaredy cat.
|Who needs Momma when I can get into the toy basket all by myself?|