Being a parent doesn’t allow much room for spontaneity. Especially when you’re a parent of two and 32 weeks pregnant. Everything has to be planned way in advance, then double-checked and re-planned to be sure.
But I’ve always been a big fan of spontaneity – to do something totally insane once in a while. Except that it’s never the right time, you know. There are always a thousand reasons not to be spontaneous.
Sometimes, you just have to make it the right time.
Me: Babe, want to go Melbourne for a short trip?
Husband: Oh sure. When?
Me: We fly tomorrow night.
Husband: WHAT? That’s crazy.
Me: Just think about it. It sounds crazy but not that crazy.
Husband: Yes, it is that crazy.
Me: Well, is it the good kind of crazy or the crazy kind?
Husband: Pretty awesome kind of crazy.
Me: Ok then, let’s do it. What the heck, let’s just leave tonight. And we’re bringing the kids.
That was like 3pm yesterday afternoon, so I got clearance from my gynae, booked all the tickets, packed our bags and got on board a 10pm flight last night.
The kids were all like “NOW?? We’re going now? YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
Right now, we’re in Gold Coast and the weather is glorious. We’ll be here for the next couple of days, then heading to visit my sister in Melbourne.
This might just be the craziest thing we’ve done in a long time, or ever.