Peter spent last night at his brother's for the first time - his sleepover he called it. He is still there now and I'm collecting him at lunch time. My problem now is the guilt I feel. Not for sending him there, but the fact I have really enjoyed him not being at home. An awful thing to say but the truth. It is the first evening/night off since his diagnosis and it was such a joy to spend time alone with my children. Neither of them wanted to do much or go out - just wanted to be home with me. No constant pacing around, interruptions, shouting, going in and out of front door dozens of time - just glorious peace. And what a difference an uninterrupted night's sleep makes!! I know I should be looking forward to collecting him but, to be honest again, I would be quite happy if it was next week rather than today. Just wanted to get this guilt thing off my chest as can't tell Peter or the children how I feel but hope someone out there will understand.