Contrary to what my husband may say, I am actually still fun. I am pretty sure that every wife hears “Remember when you were fun.” To which I typically respond “Remember when I cared about what you thought.” But, 15 years (six with no sleep) and three kids later, I am still a good freaking time. I recently went away for a girls weekend and had the time of my life and the craziest thing is as the weekend got closer I considered backing out. Why? Because going outside my comfort zone of  every day life, despite complaining about it all the time, scares the crap out of me. When…