Guess what?

Oh you’ll never guess. Never, as it’s all too unlike me.

It happened last week, I wasn’t having a good day, which isn’t so unusual right now but back to the point, I was being a right miserable cow. I couldn’t be bothered to do anything, and was wondering why I bother getting up in the morning.

Then it came to me, Fuck It.

Yes, I had my first ever completely insane Fuck It All moment.

So I phoned the BH and told him about my mood. Being the diplomat of wariness peace he is, he stayed quiet and simply asked what I wanted to do about it.

Well…if you’re going to Fuck It, fuck it good! When I told him what I wanted to do, he was still very quiet, and asked me to give him a minute to pick himself up off the floor.

By Friday I’d been to the bank, told them what I wanted to do with the ridiculous amount of money I expected them to lend us, signed the forms, and got the okay.

Now it’s all booked, and a lot of money paid, and guess who’s going on holiday for the first time in a decade?!

So, I’m being Mrs Irresponsible. For the first time in my life, I’m doing something I swore I’d never do, borrowing hoards of cash which will take us years to repay, all to be spent over seventeen days.

Heck when I write it like that, it makes me nervous!

Umm, then there’re seventeen days of sunshine with no school runs, and we’ll get to miss the end of term activities (double bonus!), in fact ALL the irritating Christmas stuff. Instead I can queue for all those rides you see on the telly, but I’ve never been on, despite my parents promising to take me when I was a child watch my kids faces light up, swim in our private pool, and lie about watching TV when the boys go off watching netball basketball.

DisneyWorld here we come!

The children don’t know yet, even though the BH is itching (like a kid!) to tell them, but I want to wait, as I have something planned ;)

Tomorrow I’m racing around the schools to beg the time off for them (they have to say yes right?! Especially as I’ve parted with money – otherwise I guess my children will all have to go down with a nasty lurgie for a few weeks)

I also braved telling my parents at the weekend, my mother took it surprisingly well, and my dad’s come around already. In fact the biggest problem was the dog - the first kennels I called laughed at me, said I should book before Easter for the Christmas period. Thankfully three calls later, the fates smiled upon me, and Kobe's now going on his own holiday (probably won't be as much fun as mine - but, heck, too bad Beast!)

Wow, I’ve really gone and done it! And my kids are going to adore this new me!

So tell me, any tips on what should we definitely see when in Orlando? After all, it'll probably be another ten years before I do anything like this again...