I'll give you parents of toddlers a moment to recover from your overwhelming envy.
My amazing in-laws somehow agreed to watch our
I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am! Sleeping in as long as I want! Dawdling over meals instead of shoveling in a piece of cold toast as fast as I can before the Pirates start flinging food around the room like little cavemen! Strolling through a store without sprouting seventeen extra arms to stop children from grabbing every.single.thing within reach! Sitting by a pool with a book and a drink involving fruit and copious amounts of rum! I know I'll miss the boys more than I can say, but at the same time - WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Oh, and perhaps the most important thing of all about this trip: there will be sushi. If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, that would be it - and yet for the past five years, I have lived in sushi-free towns. (Arguably, there was a restaurant that served sushi at the last place we lived. I tried it once. It involved canned tuna, corn kernels, slices of carrot and globs of mayonnaise. 'Nuff said.) So for the six days I'm in Sydney, I intend to eat so much sushi every day that Ben will have to roll me into the hotel elevator.
I'm not taking my laptop, but I'll steal Ben's smartphone (yes, I live in the Dark Ages and don't have one - they don't give 'em away for free here and I'm a tightass) so I can still post occasionally. You know, pictures of sushi and whatnot.