This week is a big milestone. One every first time mother dreads... the first night away from her baby.
I have a big trip for work that will take me away from home four days. That's not just one night away from my Nugget but three. I'm going to be gone so long that by the time I come back she'll be starting school.
Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration.
She will have probably forgotten me and think I'm a stranger by the time I finally get back.
A few months ago, when I committed to this trip, I knew what it meant, and I was okay with it. It's an important trip, and I'm still glad to be going. But it doesn't make it any less hard.
We went down to College Station last weekend for the A&M-Alabama football game and left Willa with my sister. Because I was not mentally prepared for the dreaded first night away yet, we drove back almost as soon as the game was over.
When I told John that I expect to be a complete mess on this work trip being away from my baby girl, he replied that he thought I was mentally prepared.
I am mentally prepared for this trip. Prepared to be a mess.
Thank the sweet grilled cheebus for FaceTime.