Tomorrow I am off to Puerto Banus for 4 nights. I am going on my own and cannot tell you how much I'm looking forward to it.
This is my itinerary:
Arrive at swanky apartment and marvel at my holiday selection prowess
Think about unpacking
Drink large gin
Think about unpacking
Drink mojitos till they come out of my nose
Drink several large gins / sangria
Repeat day 2
Repeat day 3
Repeat most of day 4
Congratulate myself for not bothering to unpack
Fight off furry idiots
I am aware that some people will find this desire to go away on my own a little bit strange and I am also aware that some are a bit worried about it (honestly Mum, I'll be fine!). What you have to understand is how desperate I am to step outside of the brain injury bubble for a short while; to not have to talk or think about dyspraxia, dysphasia, care plans, CRT, sleep patterns, fatigue, seizures, liability, court of protection, CPS knobs, funding, etc, etc, etc....
Going away on my own means that I can be me, Mrs K the person, not 'that poor woman whose husband has a severe brain injury'.
Hang on, hang on, back away from the righteous indignation; I'm not trying to forget about my Jake, I will be calling him every day, I will miss him more than you can imagine and I am already looking forward to spending next weekend at home with him. It is the drama and the angst of the last 11 months I am trying to forget and I'm fairly sure he would understand, aren't you?
Well I think he would and I have reached the point where I'm not interested in hearing if you don't, so there!
So, at any point next week, feel free to imagine me slumped on a sun lounger in a mojito induced haze attempting to focus on my Kindle. It is my intention to dodge all make up, hair styling products, proper clothes and any non-alcohol based fluids after 3pm. I shall make up outrageous lies about myself should anyone try to pry and I shall absolutely refuse to be drawn on why I am travelling without my husband, although I may hint at some sort of shark wrestling, deep cover, espionage type stuff that has necessitated our separation.
Huge thanks to those visiting my Jake whilst I'm away and also to those caring for the two furry idiots who will be doing their best to trash the house in my absence.
Nos vemos pronto perdedores!