9 Days and Counting

Is it just a tad pathetic to be excited about a weekend away? It might be, but I could care less at the moment because I AM GOING AWAY!!!!!!!!!! No children fighting, no housework for 3 solid days, no telephone that is contantly ringing.

A break, a complete and total break. I might even get some stuff done. I am trying to decide what I should do. Should I sort pictures, scrapbook Saoirse's holiday to Australia or make my birth announcement cards? I am probably leaning towards making cards, as I placed an order with Stampin'Up for all the things I need and it should arrive the day before we leave. If it fails to show, I will scrap Saoirse's holiday.

The last time I went to this place, Goldeye, was when I was 3 weeks pregnant with Saoirse. The next one was scheduled for the week before Saoirse's arrival, and I did not go to it because a)William had only just arrived and b) my friend Shelley said she could not handle it if I went into labour. Even though she is an ICN nurse and attends all deliveries. Wimp.

So it's been over 2 years and in that 2 years I have done very little, only a handful of scrapbook pages. Disgraceful really, judging by the amount of money I spend on materials. It will be nice to actually do something.

Or will I? The last time I managed to do a fair bit of organizing, with alot of chatting in between. There are 23 of us going, 2 of whom I know very well and about 6 or 7 I am aquainted with, mostly through Shelley. I invited my friend Nancy from school, who is worried she will know no one (except for Shelley, who she knows through hockey.) Nancy though could talk to a wall and get conversation from it, so she will do fine. It is me that always has a sense of dread, as I am not a talker and really am quite uncomfortable around people I don't know. It always works out though, and I always have a great time.

And I may actually get things done and be able to justify the thousand or so dollars spent on stamps and accessories in the last year.