Hope and heartache

[ClingingToHope]

OK, OK, cycling down a bit. W called to ask if I could give the baby sitter a ride home at 4 p.m. so her mom didn't have to. She's working today.

I'm having a light day at work so I can do it. She asked when I was leaving for Chicago. I'd forgotten I'd told her I'd be going in when we discussing Thanksgiving plans.

I briefly thought of lying and saying 6 p.m. I told her I changed plans and will doing something in town and could get the babysitter. It'll give me a chance to give the girls a hug and say high to the MIL, who is probably my biggest booster.

Don't know why though talking to W sent me on a downward spiral. I took a quick walk to remind myself that the first six months were her six months. These six months are mine. I mean, I'm having dinner tonight with a friend and the "possible new interest" and then we are going to watch a local band play at a downtown theater. That's even better than partying in Chicago with people I only see twice a year.

It's a great night and once I get out of this mini pity party I'll be OK.