Six years have gone by since the last time I went on my last real actual true vacation.

There’s a strong possibility I will be able to take my first vacation in six years at the end of next month.

For five days. But I’m not complaining. I’m excited.

So excited I just have to talk about it.

Just have to write it down.

Because if I do that, I can actually see that this vacation really is a possibility.

But I’m nervous that it won’t happen.

And then I’ll have to wait until the end of next summer.

To try and plan a vacation seven years in the making.

Imagine.

My first non work related trip in six years.

I am so very excited.

And really hoping that it happens.

My Big Fat mouth can’t wait until Tuesday when I know for sure.

I had to talk about it now.

Nooooooooooow.

Before I knew I would definitely be traveling 11 hours by plane for just a few days.

That’s so me.

Did I mention I am excited?

And I know the kids will be too.

Yup. Taking three kids – five years and under, a few time zones away for a less than a week.

And I can’t hardly wait.