Every year, Ben goes with his frat brothers to the crappiest lake around here. They find the crappiest cabin at that lake, pile in the cabin, and pretend to be in college again, without the school stuff. As my dear husband puts it, “We chose the location for its crappiness because we’re less likely to be around other people, which means we’re less likely to bother other people, which means we don’t have to deal with complaints from other people.” Lest you think I’m exaggerating, Ben was one of two guys to take a shower at the cabins last year, and he ended up soaked in stagnant dead fish water…straight from the lake. He is going to skip the shower this year, not willing to risk staph or e.coli this time.
The wives, girlfriends, and girl friends of the guys are mostly friends with each other. We had mentioned doing our own version of the lake trip before, but things happened. This year, we finally got around to planning our Ladies Lake Trip. Well, a few of us did anyway. It’s funny; no matter how inclusive you think you’re being, there are always people that you always realize at the last minute that you never invited people that you probably should have invited. At any rate, five of us are headed to a Groupon Retreat a few hours away for the weekend. Our place is a little nicer than the guys’ place. Ours has a full kitchen, wi-fi, and clean water. We can go swimming, play volleyball, go hiking, feed deer, do a wine tasting, go shopping, dine at fancy restaurants, dine at comfy restaurants, and take showers without getting MRSA.
Normally, I’m all about planning this stuff out waaaaay in advance and making a detailed itinerary. I don’t necessary have to follow the plan, but I do have to have the plan so that I don’t feel like the world will fall apart. This time, I was working at night, subbing in the day, sending out my resume, going on interviews, going to football games in the Sahara Desert, sick, jacked up from steroids from being sick, planning birthday parties, planning family holidays, having long conversations with my doctor and the insurance company, and trying not to fall asleep on the toilet. So, it wasn’t until three days before the trip that I was able to really look into any substantial plans at all. Up to that point, I mostly just threw my credit card at people and told my Ladies that we would math it out later.
There’s still SO MUCH stuff that I need to do around the house. I haven’t even put up a single Halloween decoration yet and Halloween is my mo fo favorite holiday of all the holidays in all the world. Maybe that’s why I’ve spent so much time staring at the same Halloween decorations when I pick up various meds at the pharmacy. Either way, my brain has shut off already. My planning, analytical, and guilt-ridden brain has placed an Out To Lunch sign on my cumbersome To Do List. Everytime I think of all of my responsibilities, my brain just blithers out and dies. Doing work is hard because I get frustrated and then the four brain cells that were left behind in case of emergencies just yell things like, “This is the type of junk that forced me on a Groupon Retreat!” or “No, no, no, pbblt!”
A single day of no obligations, no responsibilities, and Girl Time. This is what I need. I don’t even want to go because I’m so exhausted. When I think about it, I just want to pass out when I log off work and then sleep until I have to log back into work again. However, my brain and soul are talking and conspiring for more quality healing time than just a marathon sleeping session. When I think about packing and driving and walking and talking, I get tired. Thankfully, that part of my brain is mostly too tired to think about how tired it is. That’s what allowed those other four brain cells to take care of everything without worrying about math or exhaustion or responsibilities so that I might actually enjoy myself with my girls. I’m grateful that when my brain shuts down, it’s sometimes for my own frippin’ benefit. The fact that my friends are super cool really awesomer than everyone else ain’t too shabby either.