Sleepovers, I'm not good at them. At all!
Sure there are times that I think about how wonderful it would be to go out to dinner with my husband, come home and relax. Maybe linger over breakfast out.... (usually I'm thinking this during a chaos time)
So, once a year I make plans. Seems to be simple really, and I'm fine with it up to the day before when it all sinks in. I start to get that panicked feeling. I don't WANT to feel that way; I just do.
I'm fine on the 'out to eat' part but then it all goes down hill from there. I actually feel bad for Scott beacuase I can't relax. And when I wake up in the morning I just have to see them as soon as possible.
I've been a mom for 7 years. (yes, Anna is 8, but she wasn't adopted until she was over 1) and I've only left them overnight a total of 4 times. Out of those 4 times I've had a mingrane each time. The kind of migrane that makes me think I'll need to go to the hospital if it doesn't stop soon. We're not talking just a simple headache. (except for that last time that I took 2 extra strength excedrine before I even left them.) I'm sure you're laughing at me now.
Scott is so patient with me and he knows me that's for sure. None of this comes as a surprise to him after experiencing my homesickness on our honeymoon. Good thing we were in Hawaii and I couldn't GET home!
So for now, while they are little, I think I'll hold them close to me. Sure, we'll do more sleepovers. I'll do it for them. They love it! They adore spending time with their cousins and Grandparents. They love the extra attention and special touches that are all part of it.
But I feel complete when they are finally back with me.