For the first time ever, I left Bates at home with Dada this past weekend and went out of town with girlfriends! And it was glorious!
I'd never been in a different city than my child. My in-laws take him for overnight babysits fairly often, but in terms of actually being away from him? Never. So when my book club talked about taking a trip to Emily's river house in Arkansas, my first thought was no. I just didn't think Jonathan would want to be home alone with Bates for a whole weekend. But when I talked to him about it, he was totally on-board. And thus, the wheels started spinning on plans for our weekend away.
In the end, it was Emily, Patti, and me who made the trek to Hardy, Arkansas to Emily's family house on the Spring River. "House" is definitely the wrong word for this cabin that didn't really have any solid walls (they were all screens). It took my love of a good screened-in porch to the next level. It felt a bit like Ritz Carlton camping - we were in the wilderness, but still had beds, a bathroom, a kitchen, electricity, etc. That's my kind of camping! Thankfully the weather agreed, and each night I actually found myself pulling the comforter on for warmth.
We spent all day Saturday on the river. We loaded our canoe up with lounge chairs, food, drink, and books and paddled up river to a sand bank by a little waterfall (the "Knockers"). For the whole day, we sat in chairs in the river, talked, read, swam, and watched
Sunday morning I woke up and read in bed. I haven't stayed in bed in the morning to read since before Bates was born. Then I wrapped up in a quilt with a cup of coffee and spent the morning chatting with Emily and Patti. It's amazing how much talking three women can do in a weekend - and amazing how good for the soul it can be.
When we were hanging out in the river on Saturday, another family who has a cabin by Emily's was hanging out there, too. The mom came over and talked to us, asking if we were on a girlfriend trip. When we said yes, she said, "you have to do them, they're good for you; you'll solve all the world's problems by the end of the weekend." And it's so true. I don't think we left many stones unturned.
I got back late Sunday afternoon very excited to see the baby boy (and Jonathan - although I'd been away from him before). And as expected, all went quite well for them in my absence; they enjoyed their "boy's weekend."
This whole week I've still felt so recharged from the weekend. I must remember the importance of getting out of the house (alone) and getting away every now and then. It does a body good.