I had to break it to her somehow, and the best time was to do it after her babycino. While she still had her milk moustache.
“You know honey… Mummy has to go somewhere tomorrow. I’m gonna see you in the morning and then after school… but you’re going to be with Dad tomorrow night.”
She seemed cool. She hugged me before jumping onto Hubbie to tell him how great a night they were gonna have, their Daddy and Daughter night.
Until dinner time.
“We’re gonna have the best time tomorrow night,” she was telling her Dad.
“But I’ll be a little bit sad. I’ll be thinking of you Mum.”
“I wish you were with us.”
“I’m going to draw a picture for you because I miss you.”
I gave her a hug and told her it was for the shortest time and that I would see her nice and early for school drop-off on Friday morning.
(When do I tell her that her homebody Mum is in fact shock horror going out two nights in a row this week? Whoops…)