I'm going to Bali. It's a company trip, so Mae and Jesse won't be coming along.
I hate the thought of leaving them behind, while I frolic in the sun and surf, and the guilt of that will probably make me miserable throughout the 4 days and 3 nights. Because it's a company trip, we've been working our asses off the last couple of weeks, so needless to say, I've been at the office a lot. Which left me little time to adequately prep the boy, so I'm not really sure how he's gonna take it.
I never thought I'd say it, but I kinda don't feel like going.