OMG i have done it!
I got a day off, i managed to have almost a full day to myself (more or less). After all that’s happened the past few month i really needed it.
It took me a week to convince myself to go away for 10 hours and to live my boy at home with my husband. I felt guilty, i felt irresponsible i felt horrible and everything in between but i needed that day.
It was Sunday and i decided to go with my father to a nearby city (150km), he wanted to participate in a cycling event there and i wanted to accompany him. I always encouraged his cycling hobby and i think he is really good at it, considering his age and his equipment (which is from the past century :p). We left home at 6.30 am and we had to drive 2 hours, the race started at 11 a.m and finished at 16 p.m. meanwhile i had time to do what i wanted, and guess what? i found a cache, the only cache in that region and it was exactly on the route of the cycling event so i had to go search for it. Of course i found it, and it was worth my while.
It was a beautiful day and i had a great time, i even relaxed a little bit. But i was missing my little boy. You really can’t get a day off from being a parent!!!