Oh my gosh you guys! I have such exciting news! Hang on to your hats!
I've been having dreams lately. Psychic dreams. They lead me to believe that good things are in my future...
What's good things?
Well, I have had not one, but TWO dreams that I am on vacation in NYC. Seriously. They were fantastic dreams. I mean, like NO kids, just Derek and I, at a show, walking Time's Square, eating at fantastic hole-in-the-wall restaurants.
The other day, I was having such a great time with Derek, that I was QUITE frustrated when Spencer woke me up. (Like I said, in my dreams, the children are NOT invited.)
So, I have taken these dreams as a sign. A sign that I freaking need a vacation. Not just that, but I need a vacation without my children. (Any mother can tell you a "vacation" wherein children come along is NOT a vacation. As my mom would say, you are merely relocating.)
Oh my gosh. I can't believe I just said that. I have never left my children for any reason other than births! And then they are with their daddy. But let's face it, births are WORK, so they do not count as a vacation.
I need a break, oh so much.
So, I jumped on the interwebs and started looking up flights, hotels, etc. Dude, I am GOING. Dereks' invited too. When? Meh. That's the tricky part.
What to do with the kids? I'm not worried. We'll stock the fridge and pantry and lock the doors from the outside. They'll be FINE for a few days.
Relax, I'm only joking. That is what grandparents are for, DUH!
Listen, I am SO excited! When/how/what/where/howtopayforitall are left to be determined. But this is happening, for the sake of all our happiness'. It's a MUST.
And it's a when, not an if.
HOW COOL IS THAT?