The kids have been back in school for eight days, and already my oldest is home sick. Great. My fingers are crossed that its not a sign of what's to come this year. Let's hope not, I've got plans. BIG plans! Sure, there's Halloween, birthday parties, fall yard clean-up ... but that's not all...
Yup, if you guessed these plans might be boy band related, then you're right! I'm booked on my fifth and final (I say that every year) New Kids on the Block cruise!
*Queue the little squeals of joy that involuntarily leave my body whenever I mention it!*
I'm sure that every mother, at some point, has experienced the joy of having a few nights of child-free joy where they can sleep in, eat when and what they want, and have a couple of drinks without the worry of having to wake up at some unspeakable hour in the morning. That's what this cruise is for me, and its becoming a ritual.
Oh sure, there are a number of wonderful friends that I can't wait to see, and the bonus feature of course of seeing my favourite boy band members frolicking on the lido deck each day, and the unlimited availability of activities. But honestly, the one thing that really keeps me coming back is the *me* time. I'm often asked if I worry about the kids while I'm gone. I don't. I really really don't. They're in good hands, getting spoiled by dad and likely grandparents. And I'm on a cruise ship floating around in the Caribbean. I'm pretty much unplugged and unavailable - so all the worrying in the world isn't going to get me anywhere. Besides, by the time I return, everyone is so ecstatic to see me that their behaviour turns angelic for a whopping ... okay, a mediocre 8 hours or so.
So, cheers and bottoms up to those fruity delicious drink concoctions that Carnival plies us with as we sail away! Mommy's taking a sanity break this Thanksgiving. Save me some turkey!
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