This morning was my first solo breakfast date with Hayley. Unlike the other day – which I was so desperate to get away and therefore did't think about it too much – today I felt sad when I walked away from BB. Her little face was so happy when Hayley arrived, it hurt my heart just a teeny bit to leave her out of our fun.
But that soon dissipated. Coffee that little fingers didn't reach for. Poached eggs – which I didn't really feel like but ate by way of celebrating the fact that I could. (I've tried previously to eat eggs with BB on my lap... Disaster.) And of course spending time with my lovely mate.
Until the phone rang...
...BB screaming in the background. Crap. She's fallen. She's hurt herself. The cat has scratched her. She's sick.
She missed us. Apparently as soon as we left she got sad. Kept looking around for us everywhere and then started crying and didn't stop. Poor PB was not feeling well so they ended up joining us. A grumpy snotface baby and husband that looked a little bit green and spent the remainder of the day between the loo and the bed.
Breakfast was still ace though. We snuck a solo hour in there. Girls can talk about a lot in that time.