First solo trip

Tomorrow morning, Jeremy and I embark on our first trip without the baby.

We tried to spend a night away once before and I chickened out and couldn't do it.

I believe it is the right thing to do. I believe it's good for Mollie and I.

But I absolutely do not want to leave my baby.

I know I need to do this. I know it is a part of being a parent. Sometimes you have to leave your child with their over qualified, insanely loving and adoring, very-Mollie-comfortable, grandparents.

But that does not make this any easier to do.

We are going away for 2 nights to Las Vegas (no, we don't gamble but we love Vegas. It's a fun place to go) and you would think we are leaving her for a month.

But still it breaks my heart to be away from my child.  I know this is normal. But I tend to experience emotions a little stronger than the average person.

We went out of town when our oldest dog, Punky, was young and left her at the Pet Hotel. I cried all the way to the Pet Hotel. Cried through the intake. And then cried all the way to the airport.

I think I'm the one with the attachment disorder. If it was possible, I would bring both of my dogs, Jeremy and my mom everywhere I go.  Now, Mollie is added to that list.

But we will do this. And I know it is the right thing to do. And that doesn't make it any easier.

But seriously...with a face like this...would you want to leave her???