My children.

Are.

Gone.

Gone!

We threw them out at their grandparents house and fled. Seriously. I left a trail of burned rubber out of their driveway. Then, we shopped, ate, drove, talked, worked, showered, and ate some more. It was heavenly.

We just got back from a massive meal with Kat & Josh. I wanted to go somewhere that didn’t have a kids menu or a kids corner or even kids. Anywhere. None! I had delicious frufru drinks, an artsy fartsy dish and a ginorous chocolate dessert thingy. And I didn’t even have to break out the wipes once. No one spilled their water or announced half way through the meal that their poo-poos were starting.

Did I mention that my kids are gone?

Tomorrow I will do whatever I want and not have to microwave a single dino nugget or mediate a toy dispute, or try and convince a child to stop pulling on the dog’s tail. Oh my goodness, just the thought makes me giddy.

And now, I’m off to bed with no worries of being rousted at 2:30am with an accident. I’ve shivering with joy. Good night!