She Said: “Just What the Doctor Ordered”
I had a full, 48-hour period where I did not open up my laptop. FORTY-EIGHT HOURS!!! Yes, 48 hours! This is a complete first for me, since the invention of this thing they call a computer.
In fact, I received Twitter messages from Suburban Stereotype and Desperately Seeking Silence (two of my absolute favs!) in a panic, concerned whether/not everything was okay, due to my social media absence; one eBFF actually asked if “we were taking time off from one another ” as a result of my ill response(s). Yes, this eBFF is a girl.
This weekend was JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED. Medicine for the soul. When was the last time one of your best friends from college flew in to see you, brought her newest addition (2 year old gorgeous little one), and you spent some serious QT time with her? I made a conscious (first time, literally) effort to not think about what was waiting in my inbox from work, or for/from the blog… and just enjoy this time. Hell, hubby was simultaneously in San Juan for a Guys’ Weekend, I thought “screw work”! Even though my girls’ weekend included (five!) kids, I needed to take a mental, and technological, break.
One night in particular this weekend, we went from scratching our heads about mistakes we both made in our college years… to investigative reporting at dinner Sat. night (that uncovered/confirmed from our waitress that several couples at the table across from us indeed “swung” with each other)… No matter what came out of our mouths, we laughed our as@es off.
No laptops or Facebook got in our way; we refused to let the children’s whines, whimpers or demands rattle us for even a moment… and we were able to catch up on real, genuine, chick stuff. Spending an overdue weekend with one of your best friend is a 48 hour ride on Percocet. We shrugged off annoyances that otherwise would have rattled us.
In fact, I was smart enough to actually get a sitter (duh, wish I thought of that past times when other friends visited!) so we could enjoy some appetizers and cocktails looking over the TPC, head off for a pedicure (haven’t had one in almost a year!), then to an exquisite dinner. Sadistic laughs fell from our lips as we indulged more (monetarily and otherwise) on that 5 course meal and wine than we ever would have if out to dinner with (just) our hubbies.
If you don’t keep in touch with friends from your past who make your heart beat more uncompromising, or
those who keep you on your proverbial toes, pick up your freakin’ phone. Send ‘em a text. Give ‘em a ring. Yes, we’re all busy. Yes, we’re all in debt tight on money. But no, we can’t live without these beings who are so interwoven into our past lives that we need them to remind us of who we are, who we were, and what we always wanted to be.
Even if you have to slap it on the credit card — breaks from hubby and kids to skip down the retardedly foggy memory lane of OMG-why-did-you-let-me-do-thats with those people who are such a part of your core — it’s okay. You’ll return a better mom, and a better wife.
Women need palpable connections with other women. Old friends know more about you than your husband; they remind you where you came from, and where you dreamed you go. New friends (since being a mommy) own a part of your soul that you can’t survive without, especially mine. Make a date with one of them (!). All of these people are mandatory to nourish a chick’s soul. Especially if you’re a mommy.
Noteworthy to mention that back in the day I was actually disappointed that she didn’t haze me like I had seen in all the movies…(how worped is that?) Missy was my big sis in /\/\/\ at Syracuse U… love her!