Probably until the time I was 12
I would get what I call "sleepover anxiety" anytime I went to a friend's house to spend the night.
I had a hard time falling asleep (and may have even quietly cried to myself on occasion) because I missed my mom....or something like that.
Which is silly because even if I had been at home, I would not have seen my mom while I was sleeping.
So what's the difference?
Maybe it was the fact that I didn't see her right before I went to sleep
or or didn't have the comfort of knowing that she was somewhere in the house if I happened to need her,
or the fact that I was in a strange bed in a strange house.
Whatever the reasons, it was a silly little thing I had to get over.
And luckily, by the time I was in middle school, it was a thing of the past!
Last weekend, Garrett and I babysat for a good friend of mine and in return,
she offered to take Kenadie overnight for us to that we could go on a date, get a good night's rest, and sleep in.
So to celebrate my birthday, we took my friend up on her offer.
We dropped Kenners off, went out for dinner, played some miniature golf, walked around a beautiful park area, and went home to make some Orange Julius and watch a movie. So fun.
Then we got ready for bed.
I went into Kenadie's room to turn off her white noise machine (because she wouldn't be needing it that night....), turned out the lights, and then hoped into bed.
Garrett was out within 30 seconds.
Knowing that no little munchkin would be waking me up in the middle of the night or at 6am, I should have passed right out and had the best night of sleep that I had had in a year.
Instead, I just lay there
unable to fall asleep
because of a very old and familiar feeling I used to get when I would go to a sleepover.
Something important and comforting to me was missing
and I didn't feel right.
I wanted my baby back home....