It’s almost 10am and I’ve been up for hours just sitting here in silence. There’s no laughter, no Disney Channel blaring out on the tv and no one asking for her favourite cereal or if it’s too early to sneak a packet of crisps. It’s so quiet it only goes to remind me that my baby isn’t here.
Don’t get me wrong, there has been no terrible accident, my daughter has gone back to England with my mum for a visit. She isn’t due to start school until September and has been going stir crazy stuck here with me every day, so when my mum came to visit last week while I was recovering from being ill and suggested she take my daughter back with her, the little one jumped at the chance.
A week I could deal with, she often went away with my mum when I was working, to the seaside or the countryside and had a whale of a time, but this isn’t just a week, this will be for over a month. She’s been gone for 12 hours and already I feel like something is missing that a Skype call just isn’t going to compensate for.
She was so excited to be going to see our family and her little friends, she hasn’t seen them since September after all, that I can’t help but smile when I think of how happy she will be over the coming weeks and how much fun she’ll have. I just need to focus on that rather than how much I’m going to miss her.
Of course the man and I will be able to go out as and when we choose and to places we can’t go with the little monkey in tow. I keep being told to focus on the fun I can have while she’s away to take my mind off her not being here, so perhaps that’s what I should be doing. I plan to try some nice new restaurants and a few visits to the cinema will have to be had, despite the man not being keen on being subjected to the “romantic crap” I usually choose to watch and I’m hoping to get a months membership at one of the local hotels pools so I can get out and about every day, while exercising! It could be a great few weeks, but I’m thinking much of it will be spent wishing she was here to enjoy it with me!