I’m not proud to say this, but until this past weekend, it had been over two years since I had been away on anything that resembled a girl’s trip. If we’re being honest: it.was.time.
On Friday, I packed my bag, threw some champagne in my purse and didn’t even bother cleaning up Jack’s un-touched lunch (because he was full from eating crayons and dirt, obvi) before I took a selfie and hit the road. My friends and I were heading back to our alma mater for a college reunion weekend, and I was ecstatic.
But I’ll be honest: leading up to my departure, I was also pretty damn anxious. Not because I didn’t think Cory can handle it or because I think I’m the only one who does things the right way, but because I felt guilty. I don’t love when Cory is gone for a weekend, so I felt bad that I was doing it. Plus, Oliver hadn’t yet taken a bottle, and I feared that everything would be terrible and awful and no good.
(Newflash: it went fine. More than fine, actually.)
But as soon as I closed my car door, it was like a switch flipped and I was singing FREEEEEDOM at the top of my lungs.
If I needed to stop and pee, I could stop at a sketchball gas station and not worry about lugging my kids into a disgusting public restroom! When it was time to eat dinner, I would only have to worry about feeding myself! I envisioned myself getting ready for Friday’s party and it involved me putting on make-up and a dress that didn’t comply with breastfeeding! The open bar (and thus, my breast pump) would have my name written all over it!
It felt like a whole new world, man.
As stoked as I was about the option to stop and pee at a gas station if need be, I was also a little self-conscious about the fact that I was the only mom out of all my friends who were attending the reunion. I felt like I’d stick out like a sore thumb, so I did what made the most sense to me: I drank enough to quickly and swiftly drown out all of those concerns.
The main perk of being pregnant and/or nursing for the past three years (besides the kids of course)? Two glasses of wine and one Angry Orchard was all I needed to feel like hot shit and part of the band.
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Did I facetime Cory and the boys 10 times over the span of 36 hours? You bet. Did I miss them like crazy? Absolutely. Did I have the best time ever? Hell yes.
It was the reminder I needed that recharging myself doesn’t benefit just me; it benefits my entire family. As stay/work-at-home-mom, I don’t often have the opportunity to miss my kids (and they don’t have the opportunity to miss me.) And let me tell ya, it does wonders.
I hope it’s not another two years before I have another girl’s weekend, but for now, I’ll bask in the glory of the weekend that recently was.