F and I are all packed up and ready to go on a trip all by our lonesome selves. WHAT???!!!??? Yes, it’s true. For my 40th birthday, we are flying off to Mexico for a little hiking spa adventure. It looks strangely wrong to have the words “hiking” and “spa” next to each other, but boy am I happy that they’re paired. At one point, F had convinced himself that massages were free, and he was plotting his full days of massages and pedicures, but that part did turn out to only be a very pleasant dream.
The kids are nervous. I am nervous. Fifth Aunt Grandma K is nervous. Probably the only person who’s not nervous is F, and he just doesn’t do that sort of unproductive worrying. But I am excited too. And nervous. But definitely excited. And definitely nervous.
I’ll be taking photos, in case you Instagram. I’d love for you to be my Instagram buddy.
Have a fantabulous trip! It sounds magnificent and warm! Warm would be good for me right now!
And being 40 isn’t so bad – take it from me…who reached 43….the last birthday. Have a great trip and I look forward to seeing the photos.
Thank you! I agree that it’s not so bad. Except for the strange pains I experienced for a few weeks RIGHT after my birthday (hmmm…..), I feel pretty darned good!
Happy Birthday! I envy those who don’t practice unproductive worrying. Not sure who said it first, but my Mom called it “interest paid on a debt that may never come due”. Still, she worried as well.
Thanks for the bday wishes! I totally can’t NOT worry, but I guess it’s a good thing that he’s like that. I can’t imagine what our lives would be like if we were both obsessive worriers!