Not the Big Apple unfortunately, the Apple Isle.
This time tomorrow I'll be high in the sky, probably somewhere over the Bass Straight. Skip and I are leaving the kids at home and heading to Hobart. A last hoorah before the bub comes and who knows when we'll get time together again. Let's face it who wants to babysit three kids?
So for three wonderful days, we'll explore, wander, eat, sleep (snore). I won't be making breakfasts, lunches or dinners. I won't be giving little people baths. I won't be breaking up fights (or at least I hope I won't). I won't be wiping little bums. I won't cleaning up mooshed cereal from the floor. I won't be listening to Mary Freakin' Poppins. Oh yes, I won't.
I'm missing out on catching up with some of my favourite bloggers, but I'll be thinking of them as I eat and relax.
On Monday morning, I'll jet home to reality while Skip stays on for work. All those things, including Mary Poppins, will be waiting for me.
Have a fine weekend everyone. I will be!