Guilt

Yesterday I got a little talking to by my eight-year old. It went a little something like this...

Child: What are we doing this weekend? Is Daddy going to be home?

Me: Yes, Daddy will be home all weekend. Friday night we have a party for Daddy's work, Saturday we have the twins birthday party and Sunday Mommy and Daddy are going on a little date.

Child: Let me get this straight...my Dad is going to leave for a year in just one week and you are taking him away from me on Sunday?

Me: It's only for a few hours and you can have pizza and play on the computer.

Child: Eh.

Then child continued to pout heavily. So, of course I felt horrible and called Shawn right away, and we agreed we should not go on our date.

Well, I told this story yesterday to many girlfriends who were just adamant that the date continue and that you cannot let your children rule your lives and that your marriage should come first. Shawn was even a little confused with this, as was I. But we are going to go on our date! We could both use a little time away and to see a comedy. Thank goodness for my friends!