I have been invited to shin dig that has been an annual event for the people of our wee village. It is happening in a couple of weeks. I am crapping my pants. This super special event is for girls only, for the first time, no boys or men allowed. Sounds great, sounds easy. There is more. It's a camp out. Over night. All night. No boys.
No sweat right? Well.........I have actually never been away from home over night since we have had a home. I went out, over a weekend to visit a friend once while we lived in Victoria. However, this was not sans child........does it count? Nope, it really doesn't.
In the last 3 years of having Rohan and Avery, I have not spent one night away from either of them. Do you know what that sounds like in my head? Dedicated! No, actually, kind of sad. So now I am starting to pump like a mad woman. In fact I did some pumping while watching the final Stanley cup game............didn't even get an ounce, is that bad luck? And now I have my fingers and toes crossed that he will start drinking from the bottle and not just chewing and crying.
It may take a lot of psyching myself up to leave my little and big men (or not, I may just end up escaping with a spring in my step...) I am even nervous about having a few drinks, like more than two. Why I haven't had more than two consecutive alcoholic beverages since.............hmmmm since taking on the daunting task of making another baby. That is an on going event that needs a whole lot of wine, that's fo sho!
So here we go, a full night off from the boys, surrounded by girls, surrounded by estrogen, surrounded by tents, a lake, booze and good freaking times. Oh god, I can't breathe........................