In less than two days’ time, Dave and I will be packing up our bags to head over to New Zealand … without kids.
I repeat. We are going to New Zealand without kids for five days. We are leaving the country … without kids … for five days … just the two of us.
Oh my God! I know right?!! Isn’t it just completely and utterly unbelievable? I sure as hell can’t believe it. I mean, who even am I anymore? How did I let Dave talk me into a holiday without my posse, my little amigos, my little loves?
I’m sure to be a mess without them, although Dave has given me strict orders not to ‘wreck the holiday’ carrying on about missing them too much.
This is a big deal for me. Big. Huge. It’s a big deal for the kids too, obviously. We’ve been away from them before, but it’s just been for one or two nights. Even when I went to Melbourne for a couple of days Miss Seven was a sobbing mess. Miss Five was like ‘whatevs’ but I’m sure deep down she missed me too.
Dave is mega chilled about it, which doesn’t surprise me. I daresay he’ll walk into a ‘dust storm’ when we are reunited with our wee babes though.
I’ve definitely been feeling out of sorts for the past few weeks and I know it’s because this big ‘event’ in our lives is coming. I know they’ll be in the absolute best care (thanks Nan), but I will miss them incredibly.
I’ll miss Miss Five telling me she loves me more than all the trees on all the leaves in the world. I’ll miss Miss Seven’s happy banter and her need to dance wherever she goes. I’ll even miss them staring at me while I’m in the shower or going to the toilet like they were this morning.
Before you tell me to get over it because this is something you would die for, know that I’m doing everything in my power to calm the farm. I am focusing on how awesome it’s going to be to have time away from the kids with my husband. It will be amazing to have quality time together, be able to talk uninterrupted, and just enjoy each other. It will be good for us as individuals and as a couple.
We really are going to have an AWESOME time overseas. We’ve been invited to a wedding of one of Dave’s mates in Auckland, you see. We haven’t seen him for nine whole years (the last time was at our wedding), so it’s definitely time for a catch up.
Plus, it so happens that the day after the wedding, my main man Dave, will be turning the big 4-0. You know what that means? It’s time for another Festival of 40!
Bring that festival on, yo! I’m doing the running man in my mind while I type. Yep, I think I can feel the excitement coming.
Have you holidayed without the kids before? How long was it for and how did you/they cope?
Linking up today with Kylie Purtell for IBOT.