DD is 14 months, and I'm going on a very rare night out on Saturday for a dear friends 30th birthday. DD has only ever 'slept out' once, at my parents, who live a few streets away. But my parents are on holiday until Tuesday, so my mum can't babysit until I get home, or have her overnight at her house.
Ex-DP's mum (we still see her a few times a month so she can keep up with DD) has offered to have her overnight for me. She lives 20 miles away. The problem for me is, I'm a sucker for routine and have had DD in one that suits us since she was 3 months. The morning after my night out, ex MIL has to be up, and out at 7.30am to take her other 2 granddaughters who will be staying the night also to a Morris Dancing competition in Wales. DD is often still asleep at 7.30am, so I've gotten myself in a bit of a flap about her routine.
I'm being fucking stupid, I know I am, she's a very easy adaptable baby, and she will be just fine. But I could feel my blood pressure rising when she said to me "She will be all right, I'll get her up, dressed, and feed her on the coach, I used to do it with these two (meaning other granddaughters)". Then I think "Well, when will she have her naps?" - I have been to watch one of these competitions, they're bloody noisy, and there'll be too much commotion for DD to even consider having a nap. Cue nightmare baby at bedtime for hungover Mummy.
I have no choice do I? If I want to go, I'm just going to have to be grateful, smile trough gritted teeth, and let her chuck my routine out of the window for the day.
Please form an orderly queue for the slapping 