I scheduled a sitter to come tonight for the first time since Blake moved late September. Had planned to get out and see a movie and just enjoy some time to myself. Yes, I know. I should have been doing this all along, but Blake has been home quite often.....I've had breaks....and so I haven't felt the need.
Our next scheduled visit is not until Valentine's Day, which will make it a full six weeks + single-motherhood stint for me, since he left December 28. Anticipating what could surely have been an messy mental breakdown, I'm playing offense and decided to allow myself a weekly outing child-free. There might even be wine involved. Because I am crazy like that.
So, I was feeling very proud of myself and looking forward to a warm and fuzzy evening with a bag of popcorn and Valkyrie ahead.....not a child in sight, tugging at my legs needing a cup or "cheese" or a train drawn on the Magna Doodle.
And, like clockwork, Lainey started throwing up this morning around 9:00am.
Babysitter canceled. I smell like vomit. Doing laundry and scrubbing floors instead.
Oh, my fabulous life.