Sooooo, I’m sure you are all waiting with bated garlic breath…..did that bitch of a zipper go up or not????

Well let me start at the start okayyyyy…..

Woke up yesterday morning and preceded to feel nauseous about what a long day of hunger pains and anxiety it would be unti “dress o’lock” would roll around.  To keep myself busy I did lots of stuff, none of which involved contributing to world peace, lots of which included running children to work, basketball, and general hot stuff like washing, tidying….the kinda day we all have as mummas.  Many messages of support and laughter came through – wishing me luck – and some of my nastier friends sent less encouraging vibes hehehe.

Okay so my second post to the blog has absolutely nothing to do with the trip.  It was bound to happen…..so sue me!!!!

Tomorrow night I am attending a fundraising dinner.  Apparently this means you have to frock up.  Who knew????  I don’t like to frock up, I don’t do frocking up, most days I can barely manage to brush my hair so the thought of this whole thing fills me with dread.  I hardly ever wear a dress and the whole concept of a fancy number is completely foreign-tastic to me.   And who the hell actually knows what “cocktail attire” even means.  Should it be sparkly-short-long-boobs out-boobs in-plain-drag queen OTT???  Even thinking about what would be an appropriate dress had me sobbing in the corner.  I started by sending some ideas to my Diva of some options I found online.  She said “muuuuummmmm, they are all black and they are all old lady dresses”.  Ummmm, yeah because I only wear black and yeah because I’m old.  Get with the program lady.  She says “what about something red?”  Ummm, what the…?  Does she not know me at all because I would rather die than wear something bright that would bring attention my way and draw stares.  Shudder!!!!  So as usual the Diva was zero help.

Amazingly…..in 45 days….husband and I will be jetting out of Canberra, Australia – away from our precious babies for the first time – on the adventure of a lifetime.  Well not exactly of a lifetime, but our first adventure without the children which sounds amazing and a little scary all at the same time right hahahaha.  Clearly if we survive this time alone with each other….a medal will be in order.

Husband and I will be heading to Italy for the most part, a little bit of Germany with a day trip to Austria – for a total of 3 glorious child free weeks – to celebrate 20 years of Marital Bliss (well it hasn’t all been bliss but you know what I mean).  It’s a pretty big deal to be married for 20 years you know…..these days not everyone is mad in the head enough to lumber themselves with the same person for so bloody long.  Noone is more surprised than us that we’ve made it this far hahaha so a celebration trip was definitely in order!!!!