This weekend I went to the Jersey Shore with some mom friends. Two nights, four moms, no kids, no pets, no husbands, no schedule, and no one waking me up to the sound of "Mommy? Mommy? ARE YOU AWAKE? I need water / my Lego guy / breakfast / clean sheets."
One of the most fabulous things about this weekend is that we had absolutely zero events and activities planned. It was the "Do Whatever the Hell You Want" weekend. Don't feel like getting up for breakfast? That's cool. Feel like making a Frodka at 3:00 p.m.? Giddyup. Instead of a real dinner we should eat a bunch of appetizers and watch chick flicks? Excellent idea
The only downside to going away for a weekend without my family is that I kind of had to the entire weekend's worth of errands beforehand, so Friday was crazy. There was the laundry, some cleaning, and of course the guilt-infused grocery trip in which I bought the kids too many treats. You know what powered me through those ten loads of laundry? Getting the best text message in the whole history of texting technology:
Yeah, I know. I have awesome friends.
The Fresca and vodka, of course, are for the Frodkas, which are delightful and sugar-free. If you add a splash of orange juice it's practically health food. I'm too old, decrepit and out of practice to actually drink much, or I'll pass out from sheer exhaustion and then wake up at the crack of dawn feeling like crap. But I can nurse a nice, weak Frodka for quite a while and still function.
|Ugh ... not that Jersey Shore.|
|Perhaps the Rapture did|
happen, and this is heaven.