Tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m., I am on a flight to Florida bound for a no-child weekend with my girlfriend Diane. The six children we have between us will be safely at home under the adoring attention of their fathers as we enjoy three days of beach, sun and an amazing recipe for frozen cosmos.
We will girl talk to our hearts’ content. We will sleep in each day until our eyes pop open, well rested and refreshed. We will indulge in frothy, girly drinks and eat lots of chocolate. We will read book, after book, after book without one interruption of someone needing a trip to the potty, a juice box or their nose wiped. We will soak up the sun in our beach chairs pulled to the very edge of the Gulf of Mexico, enjoying the ripple of waves over our lazy feet.
I am giddy with just the thought of it.
Let’s hope we remember to catch our flights home on Sunday.
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