I went away for the night on Saturday, leaving my husband with the princesses.
With my depression, anxiety, nerves and OCD I had been mentally preparing myself for months. I knew it would be hard.
The husband met the mother-in-law so left before me on the Saturday and I was fine when they left. Then 5 mins later I was crying. The realisation I won't see them til the next day.
I felt lost and apart of me was missing all day but I coped fine.
I did it. I lived to tell the tale. Would I do it again in a hurry, not so sure but planning to make it a yearly thing!
