sleep away

Tonight, the Boy is sleeping over at Grammy and Grandpa's house. I dropped him off at five. John and I went out to dinner with friends. We didn't really discuss a pick-up plan. All I know is that I'm planning on sleeping in until the double digits tomorrow morning.

I think I did a really good job being away from him all night. It did feel strange being home before we went out for dinner, and knowing that he wasn't in the house. And then the two of us leaving and coming home to an empty house.

But while we were at dinner, I really didn't worry about him (or G&G) at all. Usually, when I'm away from him, I'm not so much worried about whether he's okay... I worry more about whether the caretaker is okay. Is the Boy behaving? Or is the caretaker going crazy with a fussy, bottle-refusing, no-sleep-having baby?

I must admit, I am interested to hear the report when we pick him up tomorrow. I'm especially curious to know how the 4 a.m. feeding went. If he took a bottle without drama, that will mean good news for Mommy and a new horizon for Daddy!

It will also mean more sleep-overs in the future. Sweet.

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