One of my most popular posts was Five Signs You Need a Girls Weekend. I’m no fool. I know my audience.

And as my trip gets closer, I’m not going to lie — the band Europe’s song “The Final Countdown” is playing on loop in my head (and now I’m guessing the song will be playing in your head for the rest of the day now too. Sorry.)

In eight days I will be leaving on a jet plane. That’s 192 hours for you mathematicians.

Now that I am extremely experienced at dumping my kids with my husband or a relative, providing my children with the opportunity to spend more quality time with my husband or other loving relatives, I have noticed there are some tell-tale signs of my impending departure:

  • All the laundry is actually done, folded, and put away neatly in a drawer for the first time since, well, my last girls weekend. All needed clothing and accompanying equipment for children’s activities are in labeled bags. Written itineraries are waiting on the counter three days in advance of departure. Some may think this is done because I am a control freak. Some would be wrong. I do this so I don’t get annoying phone calls while enjoying my lunch-time margarita.
  • The refrigerator is stocked. So is the bar. I do the first because I don’t think my husband actually comprehends how much his dainty girls eat (and subsequently belch), and I do the second to ensure I get to go on another girls weekend.
  • The house is (relatively) clean. I do this to show how much I actually do while he’s at work all day, and to invoke guilt upon my return to a messy house.
  • I am highlighted, plucked and manicured. And usually have new shoes. Why I do this for my girlfriends, I have no idea…
  • The children are actually behaving. I’m not sure if this one is reality, or just me seeing the best in them since I know I’ll be leaving them soon. See next point.
  • I feel guilty. And then I don’t. And then I feel guilty again. Although I write constantly about how parents should not be controlled by guilt, for me, it’s one of those things that I intellectually understand, yet emotionally have a hard time managing. Fortunately, my guilt seems to drift as soon as the Southwest flight attendant says “You are now free to move about the cabin” and is basically non-existent by the time I meet up with one of my besties at the nearest TGIFriday’s for our first cocktail.  I mentioned I was experienced at leaving my kids, right?

In all honesty, the hubster is awesome when I’m away, and I can enjoy my trip even more knowing that his job is a little easier because I had everything prepared.

The new shoes? Well, it is a girls weekend after all, and what girl doesn’t love new shoes?

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Let me know about your next girls weekend, and what you did (or didn’t do) to prepare.



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