For two whole days. Can you believe it?
We’ve rallied the troups, and we’re going to our mountain cabin – my aunt and uncle, my sister and her husband, and hubby and me. They’ve all managed to raffle off their kids, and so have we – that is, ours are staying home, and they’re also looking after sis’s youngest.
It’s only for the weekend, but for me, two days of being called Stine is a blessed respite.
Saturday, there’s the yearly local market day, complete with local produce, natural foods and crafts, and no one will be screaming because we have to go home… In the evening, there’s even a local party/dance sort of thing, and since we’ll all be walking home, we don’t have to bicker about who’s driving either. (Not that we do. It’s just nice to be “all out” together for once).
Can you tell I’m looking forward to some grown-up time? I love all my brood to bits, but once in a while, getting away from them is an absolute must.
Stumble it!
