I’m headed to the Women of Faith conference in town this weekend. I’ve never been to one and I was happy to finally not be 9 months pregnant or nursing a newborn so I could go. I’m looking forward to soaking in the speakers and worship and getting a recharge. I’m sure it will spark my brain and I’ll have more to chew on than I can process. It’s been a loooong time since I’ve been to a conference like this.
On instant messenger this afternoon, The Narrator asked me what the plan was for the weekend.
SG: The plan? I’ll be gone all weekend. Ends at 5 on Saturday.
TN: Gone as in spending the night downtown?
SG: HA! I wish. No.
TN: Where is the conference?
SG: The forum
TN: So such-and-such hotel is close by then.
TN: Here’s a confirmation number – XYZ – you’re spending the night. Have a great weekend and get the most you can out of it. You deserve a getaway.
He SO is getting husband of the year award. SO getting it. I was already excited to get to dress up in “big girl” clothes for two days and not have someone else’s snot, slobber, and supper splashed all over me (no guarantees I still won’t get my own on me). NOW to also be able to sleep in a bed I don’t have to make, not worry if the coughing I hear is ok, not have to get up early and hunt for a parking spot, take an uninterrupted shower, be able to put makeup on and fix my hair without sticking an elbow over my makeup box to prevent little hands from grabbing a “crayon.” Mercy. I can’t even imagine. I’m giddy. Although I’m sure by the time I get home Saturday night they will have each grown two inches and added a dozen words to their vocabularies. I’ll miss them for sure. But right now,Â I need to go pack a bag!!!