I’m running away

I informed Husband that I wasn’t ASKING him, I was TELLING him. I’m going away and he needs to step up.

He wanted to know WHERE I was going and I told him it was none of his business. That felt gooooooood.

I’m leavin’ on a jet plane this afternoon … It’s only for 24 hours but I can’t freaking wait.

I feel a bit guilty about dumping the kids on a Saturday but I really need to escape.

It might have been more convenient for Husband if I hadn’t dumped the kids at opposite ends of Sydney but, hey, he’s done so many inconvenient things to me in recent times I figure I owe him one.

He’ll be spending most of his Sunday at some sort of school band spectacular. Yes, another one. I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing that too.

Instead, I’m focussing on the champagne and chilli crab I’ve been promised at my destination.

Catch ya later!

PS Thank you to Glen for minding the mutt (the youngest and I are baking bacon and egg tarts and chocolate muffins for him this morning), Helen for taking the youngest to netball, Jane for having her for the afternoon, Sue for having the eldest, Alice for the lift to the airport and my sister for the late-night lift home tomorrow night (especially since she moves house this weekend, gawd, another thing for me to feel guilty about missing).