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Oh my God, I'm going away tomorrow. TOMORROW. I'm feeling sort of calm about it though, or at least I was until half an hour ago when I started getting my clothes out and stuff. Possibly I was in some sort of eye-of-the-hurricane sort of denial. Mostly though, I'm hoping it's going to be a fairly easygoing holiday, in a sense. Like, we're taking my two eldest nephews, so I assume we're going to be mostly running around with/after them, and I'm hoping because of that we're not going to try to fit in a lot of sight-seeing or shopping or whatever. Dad made noises when we booked it about how "it should be a holiday for us, too", but I think maybe he's kidding himself on that score. As long as he doesn't try to push the issue, I think we should be fine.

I'm also not going to have a room to myself, for the first holiday in a while. I'm sharing with my ON, and our room's connected to my parents and MN's room. So I won't have anywhere to go be alone if I feel like I need it, which might be tricky. But then as long as we're around the hotel, the room will probably be empty most of the day if I need a break. I don't know what to expect about when the kids will go to sleep on a night, but it's not like I'm used to early nights at the moment. Although I'm not used to early mornings. Well, we'll see.

So anyway. Yes. I'm going away for a week. If you don't hear from me, that is why. I'm a little wound up about it and a little not. So, see you in a week.