I’m handing the kids over to my ex at 5pm today for the school holidays.
He got his weeks mixed up – he thought he was going away the first week, but it was actually the second week.
Ah, the perils of middle-aged dating and co-ordinating two co-parenting calendars.
By the time he realised his error, it was too late – I’d made plans for the first week. But I graciously agreed to him having them for the whole school hols.
Aren’t I a honey?
Actually, I quite love having lazy fun with the kids in the school holidays, so I’m not entirely kicking up my heels to be without them.
On the other hand, it’s been a looooooong time between kid-free getaways. I think it was my 40th – in Hawaii – seven years ago.
I don’t have anything quite that fancy planned next week.
I’m just flying down to Melbourne for a few days to see my sister-in-law and my dear former colleague Lorrae. Then it’s off to my childhood stomping ground for a few nights R&R after that.
And I’m … deep breath … blog detoxing while I’m gone.
Yep, I’m going a whole week without tapping a word at HouseGoesHome.
I’d initially planned a total digital detox, but I’m really rather fond of Facebook, so I figure I’ll just not blog for seven days.
I think that’s punishment … I mean relaxation … enough for my over-active brain.
Lordy, I wonder how I’ll cope? It will feel strange to not rattle something off every single morning. But it will be liberating too.
I’ve been feeling a little strained in the writing stakes. I need a breather.
I think being blog-free might help me sleep better too. The sleeping is waaaaay better than it was a few months ago, but there’s something about setting myself a deadline of 7am for posting my blog every day that makes my eyes automatically pop open between 5 and 6am.
And it’s virtually impossible to go back to sleep because I start to fret about what I’m going to write.
Without that self-imposed pressure, I’m hoping I’ll learn to doze again. Dozing under warm doonas is quite lovely in winter.
I can’t wait! Even if it is going to be FREAKING COLD in Melbourne.
I’ll just have to keep my fingers crossed for fireplaces.
Catch you next weekend!
Song of the day: Bruce Springsteen “Fire”