On Friday I am going away for the weekend with my brother, sister in law and a few other people we know (okay, a lot of people, most who I don’t really know). I am going alone. No Fiancee, no kids. No cooking, cleaning or parenting duties. Sounds like heaven doesn’t it?
There is one thing that is hanging over my head as I think about this weekend away, and the kids are not letting me forget it. Guilt. Guilt for leaving my kids behind, guilt for having fun without them. I know that mothers sometimes need a break, need to recharge their batteries and I know the kids are going to be perfectly happy and safe at home with the Fiancee and I know I am doing them no harm by leaving them for two nights. Yet the guilt stays.
I have started to think about what to pack. I am hopeless at packing and I will probably end up leaving it to the last minute and just throw things in a bag at random even though I have thought about what I need for at least a week. This is my list so far:
- 2 pairs pants
- 2 tops
- A warm jumper
- Underwear
- Pajamas
- Swimsuit
- Socks
- Beach towel
- Towel
- My pillow
- Sunglasses
- Some books to read at night
- Money
- Ipod
- Toiletries
So have I missed anything?
I am quite looking forward to this weekend away. It will be at the beautiful Phillip Island, hopefully I will get to see some fairy penguins. I will be eating food that I have not cooked. I think I am looking forward to that the most. I am also looking forward to having a relaxing time with some friends and making new friends. There will be no internet access ( I am sure I can survive a few days without Twitter or Facebook). But knowing me something funny will happen. I will tell you all about it when I return.
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