five nights

Jonathan and I are leaving on Wednesday for the frigid weather of Minnesota to start setting up our new home in preparation for our move with our two little girls in June. We enlisted my mother to keep Hadley for the four nights, which she is super excited to do (I am thrilled because she wants to - makes me feel like less of an imposition).

In a conversation prepping for our departure yesterday, she offered to keep her on Tuesday night also since we have such an early flight on Wednesday morning. Call me crazy, it's just one more night and I know my girl will be thrilled to be at Grandma's (I can barely get her to leave when we go over for visits), but I had mentally prepared for four nights. Not five. And I'm getting sad, even though for the first time in 18 months Jonathan and I will be alone for more than 12 hours at a time.

On the other hand, I am looking forward to some uninterupted alone time with my guy, even though it may involve painting walls and assembling furniture. Oh yeah, and lots of sleep too!

Do parents always feel this way? I need the, dare I say it, break. But I am going to miss her so incredibly much.