It's a planned escape, and I am coming back, don't panic!!
I'm going on a girls' weekend to an island for two nights.
Two whole nights, and days, of child free, husband free, catch-up-with-the-girls, me time.
Am I excited?
To quote Alf*, "Bloody oath!"
But I wouldn't be me if I wasn't starting to stress a little.
I'm stressing about the standard stuff...
wanting nicer clothes
looking pudgy in photos
dying my hair
getting myself to the ferry
not drinking too much
missing my family
getting uniforms washed in time for Monday
cleaning the house before my parents come
being away for TWO NIGHTS
I've been away overnight twice with the girls before, but two nights? Never.
I know it will all be fine.
I don't know why I stress.
This was us way back when.
It was our last day of college.
We made our own shorts, can you tell?
We called them 'Rez Shorts', we are sitting on the steps of the Rez, we were the Rez Chicks.
One girl has them on in reverse so you can see what the back was like, stunning, no?
Only one of these girls isn't coming, and one who is not in the photo is coming.
Nine of us, friends since 1987, that's 24 years.
More than half of our lifetimes.
I don't know why I'm stressing.
It will be so much fun.
I cannot wait!
*From Home & Away, not the fury alien creature.