I do not like going away from home. It is not the travelling so much (although I am not particularly fond of airports or hotel), but the being away from home that I don't like. I LOVE being at home. I would far rather be at home than anywhere else in the world. I am so bad that I don't even like going out for dinner because I would far rather be at home. Home makes me feel safe and grounded. Now add to that the fact that I detest being away from my kids and you will understand how freaked out I am that I will be away from home FOR SEVEN WHOLE SLEEPS! I am a nervous wreck already. I can't believe I am going to be apart from my children for so long.
It's a business trip, I can't not go. And I want to go, in a way. But the thought of leaving my children for so long fills me with dread.
I know they will be absolutely fine. Max wont even notice I am gone because he will be with his beloved Rose 24/7. He will sleep in her room with her. Adam and Kate will probably miss me a little, but they have their father plus I have asked the teaching assistant at their school to spend the afternoons with them. I have a schedule drawn up, I have back ups and standbys. Unfortunately I do not have the one thing that would make me feel a whole lot better about going and that is having my mother around. My mom and dad (aka 'The Fockers') are off on their inaugural voyage in their RV / camper van thingy. Exceptionally selfish of them to have a life outside of my needs, but there you go.
I can't tell you where I am going as it is a state secret and if I tell you, I will have to kill you, but it is far away. As in seven sleeps away.
In fact, October is a bit a big month for me. I went to Joburg on a business trip (one sleep away), I did a TV interview, I got my period for the first time in about a year and a half (sorry dad), I am going to the 27 dinner (I NEVER go out), I got a new car, I went on a date night with the husband (last done about 14 months ago and look how that turned out! Hello Max) and I am probably going to go out for dinner AGAIN this month (business). Plus the long trip away. I think the Moon must be in Uranus or something, but there are big things going on in my chart.
In other news, my sister got her first tattoo. Sister Mel. Yes, apparently even happy clappers can get tattoos - the Lord loves the inked and the un-inked. It has kind of made me feel like getting another tattoo. I have two already. I thought about getting my children's names tattooed on my wrist but then I thought I would need to have Ben's name tattooed as well. And then what about Luke? And then if I was doing Ben and Luke, what about the other babies and then I realized I would run out of space on my wrist and decided to abandon that idea.
I will leave you with this joke from Adam, his first one ever. (I was so proud! Telling your first joke is a big milestone)
What is green and sticky? A frog diving in jelly. Haha!
It got less cute when I had to guess what was yellow and sticky (a giraffe diving in jelly), pink and sticky (a pig diving in jelly) etc etc.
PS I promise, cross my heart, I am going to post pics of my not-so-new house soon, but I first need someone to take the photos for me. I am a terrible photographer and I want to do the house justice. Any volunteers?
PPS Loving my new car. It was definitely the right decision to choose practical over sexy
PPPS Gym is not being attended as diligently as before due to work commitments, but I plan on rectifying that next week. I am already down two notches of my belt.
PPPPS My baby was five months old yesterday. FIVE MONTHS OLD! I can't believe how fast the time goes.