Well. I’ve been crying off and on since about 10pm last night and I hadn’t even left yet.

Why does the first time you leave your little person have to be such a bitch?!

I need this trip so badly but it’s absolutely crushing me right now.

I have no issues sending E to her dad’s over night. Maybe it’s because I’m leaving her for 5 nights, while I go to another country where it’s not as easy for me to just handle things if they go array.

I mean, I get to sleep in! I don’t even know what that is any more!! I feel like an old timey story coming on…

‘It’s been three long years…’. Seriously though. I. Get. To. Sleep. In. Past. 6:30am.

I’m such a ball of emotions right now. So none of this makes sense I’m sure. I’m sad then I’m happy. Then sad again.

I ‘borrowed’ my littles favourite princess figurine as well as Steve the Giraffe so I could take airplane photos with her looking out the window. I hope she doesn’t try looking for it all weekend. If she does…well, poor dad.

Ps. It’s been a full week since I wrote this. The weekend was amazing.