Mini Break

We are thinking of taking a mini-break after the disastrous weekend of last. The Relate woman said:

"So tell me about Saturday. You had one day to yourselves while your daughter is at her friend's house and what do you do?"
ME: "We went to the movies, then went to Waterstones and read books in the coffee shop."
HER: "What no talking? No communication at all?"
ME/NAT: (uncomfortable laughing/shifting in seats) "No."
HER: "Well I find that amazing - here you both are faced with a chance to reconnect and you watch a film and read books. You're in your own worlds. What about sitting and watching the world go by? Talking about the people you're seeing out of the window - you know, chit chat."
ME: "Nat doesn't do chit chat."
HER (to Nat): "And what do you say to that?"
NAT: "It's true, I can't listen to really long winded stories... and sometimes Indigo's go on and on and on... and I only said 'give me the headline' once. But I don't really enjoy talking about nothing."
HER: "So it's not so good then?"
ME/NAT: "No."
NAT: "In fact on Sunday when she exploded at me for no reason because she couldn't get a lie in, I was actually looking forward to going back to work."
ME: "Me too, I couldn't wait for him to get out of the house."
HER: "Oh dear. How are you going to get through this coming bank holiday weekend?"
US: "Don't know."
ME: "Maybe we should have a mini-break, you know, so he can learn to miss me again."
HER: "Oh, ok then. Time's up. Same time next week?"

He's been different since then. Collecting Rosie from school, doing her dinner and bedtime. He's made dinner and asked me about my day! And we've been eating at the table, face to face - not on trays infront of the TV. He is making a big effort - I see it. Something has changed though in my head - as if my own shutters have come down.

The baby/family/me getting to the end of my biological clock issue is still the same. Have found a place in Birmingham that freezes eggs successfully. There were problems once and conception via this method didn't have a good score. But apparently now it does work. It will cost me £2,500 but will lift the pressure and ease the aching throat that occurs whenever I think about this thing.

Mentioned this to the Prince last night (and asked if he might even loan me the money) and he laughed uncomfortably.