So this is what life was like before we decided to breed. I had vague recollections of relaxing weekends but I think the hormone surge of giving birth erases your memory of just how good life was B.C.
My kids are with my parents. I'm leaving on a jet plane in the middle of the damn night for Hawaii. And my husband will be following me a couple of hours behind.
Life is damn good. As long as I eventually get around to packing, paying the bills, and cleaning out the refrigerator, I'll be all set to enjoy our trip.
I'm leaving behind all thoughts of the kids keeping up with violin practice and the school rejection letters that will probably be sitting in our mail box when we get home.
I'll see all of you next week.