I had the luxury of touring DC museums for five hours yesterday wihout any children. I then went to dinner with my colleagues at a little Parisian restaurant near the Ford Theater. I must admit I enjoyed myself a lot. Since I was planning to get home so late, I arranged for Rachel to sleep at my sister’s house with her cousins. She had a blast. It was her first sleepover.

This is a completely ridiculous and illogical thought, but I was a little sad when I got home last night that I couldn’t be there to watch her experience her first time sleeping away from me/us.

Huh?

I am letting go a little. Truly.