Well it was time again. I should see it coming. The yearly male bonding, aka golf trip. Every year when told of said trip I get so over joyed that even a few swear words slip out. I know he needs a break. He works so hard. He needs a break from waking up at 8:30 or 9 in the morning, leaving around 10, going to lunch at the oyster bar and golfing with clients or just the BSing with people he likes. Its ruff. But I wouldn't trade my 5 am wake up call to go to the gym and rush home to rush rush to get a sleeping groggy GROUCHY kid out of bed, dressed and fed out the door and drive car pool not to mention doing it again for the next kid who has to wear a dress in a blizzard while dealing with the other kid who won't wear pants. Then clean, pay bills, oh yeah, get a shower so I don't look like I am letting myself go. And the trip always seems to land when soccer starts. This time it didn't start at 8:30am but instead I had one start at 11 and then one at 11:30.
So I go out of my way to call my husband the week he was leaving just to tell him how much I love him.

However when my first reaction wears off and the on again off again on again golf trip because he needs to get out of here ; I am truly over joyed. It is like a vacation for me. I don't have to cook. I have a date night that was scheduled months ago which I took and went to dinner. Then I watch what ever i wanted and did what ever I wanted. Not to mention I had something planned every second to run the little beasties, I mean wonderful off spring, into the ground so by the time we got home they couldn't stand. The biggest plus is that my house stayed clean. It was the best trip ever then my husband came home.