When I share that I am about to embark on a cruise with 32 women that I went to high school with, I am either greeted with a gasp or a wow. People are amazed that such a large group would travel together. Now, in order for me to leave there is the art of preparation. Packing for me is a breeze. I classify myself as a “low maintenance packer” because I will bring about three pairs of shoes and a few items of clothing all packed in a carry-on bag. That is simply how I roll.
I am not sure what it is about leaving that sparks a need to vomit everything I do to Brian. He asked me to type up a schedule for the Bassets which I did, but then stopped. I put at the bottom of the sheet “honestly, they will tell you when they need to potty. If you ignore them, then potty time will happen in the house”. I know that when I leave my home it will transform itself into a makeshift fraternity. I am aware that Brian will move our larger screen television to replace the smaller screen television in the bedroom. He swears that it is entirely too small. I have no doubt that they will eat crap while I am away and walk around in their underwear and not make the bed. The four legged children will survive, but will be entirely happy when I arrive home because their schedule will once again be active. Basically, all of them will survive the few days that I am away.
Did I tell you I am disconnecting? Yes, I didn’t purchase the WiFi package. Part of me is a little anxious. It is like what I imagine detox being like. I am always connected. But, to be honest, it will be a wonderful opportunity to just be. Be present. Be relaxed. Be grateful that I can go off for a few days with other women to recharge. All I have left is packing and getting my first spray tan, which will be the topic of my last blog slated for tomorrow before I leave. Stayed tuned for that. I am sure it will be amusing.
Square Peg, Round Hole 