So I leave on Monday for Ireland! I can't believe I'm typing that.
We have been talking about this trip for months now. I have hard a hard time getting too excited about it though and I couldn't figure out why. But I think it all boils down to the kids.
Other than the 2 night trip to Charleston we took in September, I've never been away from the kids for more than one night at a time. And other than Charleston, the kids were just sleeping over at my Mom's right next door or at Jennifer's house which is in walking distance. Peter has been away for several nights at a time but that was at Boy Scout camp and Dan was always with him so that doesn't really count.
I'm not worried about my kids safety while we are gone because they are going to be with Mom and Dad. (Although I do worry about their safety! The kids will wear them out for sure!) I guess all of this rambling is to say that the one reason I haven't been over the top excited is that I'm gonna miss my kids.
But there is a nice trade-off for missing my kids. I am going to have SEVEN nights and EIGHT days ALONE with my HUSBAND! Yes, he will be at work several of those days, but the rest of the time it will just be the two of us. The more I think about that, the less I think about missing my kids and I am finally starting to get excited!
And now that I am finally starting to get excited and the realization that I'm leaving for Ireland in five days is finally starting to sink in, I am now asking myself the question that every woman in her right mind would ask herself - "WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR??"
Dan laughed when I told him I was worried about what I was going to wear and his response was, "Who cares? You'll be in Ireland! You won't know anyone there."
And my response was "I care! This could be my one and only trip to Ireland and when I look back on the pictures in 30 years, I don't want to being wearing some crappy outfit."
When I told him that he just looked at me strangely. I am sure he was thinking that no matter how long he knows me he will never have me figured out.
But the more I think about it, I guess it really doesn't matter. Because if I pulled out any picture of anyone from thirty years ago, I would laugh and think "What they heck are they wearing?"
So I guess I better stop worrying and start packing!