[Disclaimer Alert! No matter what level of evangelical rapture I reach whilst waxing lyrical over my Mummy Weekend Away, I still love my children and my husband no matter what, and I couldn't wait to hug them when I got off the plane. Phew, got that out of the way, now back to me and my mummy gang!]
What is it about a group of women meeting in a beautiful location that elicits so much excitement it's akin to the noise level of a fox getting into the hen house?! Is it the lack of children, laundry, meal plans, and husbands? Is it that we are footloose and fancy free? Is it the endless possibilities for shopping, sunbathing, swimming, running, trashmagging*, pointless banter, coffees, alone time on a beach, sleep, glorious sleep and eating out for every meal?...YES IT IS ALL OF THESE!!!!!
Which brings me to the naming of our escape, Noosapoloosa, it may not be an international music festival but in our minds it's a major event that is written onto the calendar every year with permanent pen, ain't nothing coming between us and those two days!
Now without going into the details, I pretty much spend two days going into every shop I couldn't take a small child into, with a coffee in hand and a smile that looks like I have a hanger in my mouth. And we patron as many eateries, chic cafes and restaurants as our stomachs can manage, all while smiling kindly at other parents wrangling kids at their tables, while secretly thanking every deity under the sun that it's not me this time.
And I cannot stress how radical it feels to ONLY take a towel and a trashy mag to the beach, no plastic buckets, no multiple water bottles, hats, boogie boards or beach tents that make solving a rubiks cube look like child's play! It's all about feeling free to choose your activity, without the pressure to feel like you need to join in. Sorry just wiping away the tears as I reminisce...
The best part is enjoying the free flowing conversations that aren't interrupted or ended altogether because of a milkshake accident or the desperate need to find that Kinder Surprise toy in the bottom of your handbag.
And the stuff you can learn from a 'giggle of girls' is immense. I thought I'd just put it out there and ask the gang what was their one beauty product they can't leave home without. I thought it would be selfish to not share with you all their secrets, but I'm sure you'll have some of your own. This is what the Noosapoloosa girls had in their stash: http://www.pinterest.com/golddustdays/noosapoloosa-beauty-secrets/
I really could go on, but I guess the joy of catching up with our girlfriends is not just about enjoying some time out and just being present for a moment, but to also rejoice in our common connection as individuals. It sometimes gets lost in the noise, but that girl is still in there and it's nice to bring her out now and then. Even if it is just to remind you that you can't have more than two wines and a cocktail anymore without urgently looking for paracetamol and coffee in the morning, STAT!!!
Now before you start to feel sorry for them (actually we both know it's only token pity, but we won't tell them), don't think the Husbands miss out, there is also a parallel event which occurs on another weekend, aptly named Rumspringa (named after the Amish term for adolescence, the period in which they lower their social standards). And it in no way mimics the ladies weekend, theirs involves new locations each year, ridiculous amounts of alcohol, college level banter and someone dragging everyone to go dancing in a questionably reputable establishment. They never learn...
Oh and we've already started booking next year, as the new Capitano has been named...Daniella!
* Trashmagging- term for perusing a wide selection of questionable source celebrity magazines with open glee and much discussion.
What beauty product do you love using and couldn't live without?