I’m being whisked away tomorrow and I have no idea where I’m going. I told Chris I wanted fireworks and a parade for my 40th birthday and we’ve settled on a surprise trip because he is away for work on my actual birthday next week. I did tell him that if he took me out of the country without the kids I would kill him, but after he asked for my frequent flier and passport numbers, I’m convinced we’re getting on a plane. I’ve always been resistant to travel without my kids but more so now that we live in a foreign country. If one of our parents were here, maybe I’d feel different. Sure, we have an excellent nanny and an even better circle of close friends here to help out, but since I had kids I usually feel lost without them. Looks like I have to “adult” this weekend. While I’m adulting with Chris this weekend (sounds dirty, doesn’t it?), the girls are going to be in good hands. Unlike me, Chris is very good at keeping a secret, so I have no idea where we’re going but I know that as long as I’m with him, it’s going to be amazing. I can say this because my hubby rocks. 14 years together and I’m still happiest when I’m with him. He’s funny, super smart, and still makes me tingly all over.
Next week, my group of expat sista moms have some fun planned for me, though I think it began yesterday when my friend Anna and I went for an impromptu lunch at a restaurant called Frans where they served champagne in the restrooms. CHAMPAGNE IN THE RESTROOMS. Now, this seems pretty ritzy, doesn’t it? I won’t lie, it was, but our whole bill, in which we ate massive grilled salmon, fresh salad, freshly baked bread, some addictive sesame oiled crisp veggies and had sparking water and a tea….was a whopping $40. So, we drank champagne in the bathroom, pocketed some complementary hair elastics and brushed our teeth with complimentary toothbrushes and toothpaste. Anna, of course, could do this quite straight-faced when a ritzy-looking, fully done up, very serious woman walked in. I, on the other hand, started cry-laughing so hard I spit toothpaste down my chin after the classy lady walked out. (I can be classy, but sometimes it’s just more fun to be the silly girl I am.) Check these out… (the blurry ones are when Anna and I were laughing too hard.)