A night away from my children, once in five years.

There are a stack of reasons why, like breast feeding, no where to go, no baby sitter at the right time, no cash to spend on luxury things, but somehow it has come to pass that I have gone nearly five years without a single full night to myself.

Giving birth to Immy and spending a few nights at the Sofitel does NOT count, cos Immy was actually with me at all times, and I was stuck in bed (ok, with room service and movies on demand) with some rather nasty stitches in the nether regions!

The time has come, the stars and moon have aligned.

I am having a girls weekend of luxury and relaxation.

I am fortunate to have a little posse of fabulous friends, the intelligent, tell it like it is, hang around in the shit times, we can all can all work this out type of women that I love to be around. We don't catch up enough cos we all work, run small businesses, have kids and commitments to get to.

Ms Never Sleep has organised the house on the beach and the massage person to come to us.

The pub is a quick walk away

The beach is literally out the window.

There are four rooms, and four woman...my own room, my own bed... Be still my beating heart.

Jealous??? I would be!


image - this is really where I will be!