I am running away. Not for ever, but for 3 nights. I have never, ever had 3 nights away from my two boys... well, not for pleasure. Even on business I think the most has been 2 nights.
But today I am running away. Myself and some of my lovely old friends from my former life in the city of Sydney are meeting up in Melbourne. I am being utterly selfish and had not told anyone including some of my dear new friends who reside down there. Several reasons for this.
Firstly, I honestly was not sure this trip would actually eventuate. Between sick kids, sick adults, and other committments, I had doubts. But it has.
Secondly, I, for once, am not the organisor. One of my very best friends is and she has co-ordinated all of us, accommodation and activities. I am sitting back and being told: this is what we are doing today. Hell, I have no idea of the itinerary even now. Bliss!
Thirdly, I don't want to make promises I can't keep.
This is my first girl's weeked away in over 13 years! So I am being selfish... utterly, totally, blissfully selfish.