Travel-and-Leisure
A Mom's Getaway
Destination: Block Island
Accomplices: 6 High School Girlfriends (Yes, we?ve been friends for 5 years now ha ha)
The time is 6:15 am on a Sunday. I?ve been up since 4:30 am. Am I a little eager? Of course, it is my annual girlfriend getaway and I?m late to arrive. Why you say? Let?s just say I have not completely embraced the ?put mom on the top of the to do list? philosophy but I am getting there!
The other girls have already enjoyed 1 day on the beach and 1 night on the town (if you can call it a town). They have assured me that they did not have that much fun but I suspect they are lying.
The commuting time is approximately 3 hours but it is three hours of heavenly solitude. No children whining no husband questioning me on my packing abilities (Did you pack my underwear?) Nope, it?s just me ? and yes I did forget to pack my underwear but I don?t care.
During the hour long ferry ride I see families heading over for vacations and I think ?This would be a nice family destination but THANK GOD I don?t have them with me.? My cell phone rings I look at my caller ID. It?s my husband, ALREADY!!! He just calls to wish my well and he says he misses me already. Strangely, I do not miss him as much as I do when he is away on his annual golf weekend (3 days, 2 night but I am not keeping track).
The boat docks and I have arrived. I walk to our cottage and find the girls awake and waiting for me to go to breakfast. We are staying at the Blue Dorry Inn, a very quaint inn that provides a wonderful homemade breakfast in their dining room. The girls spend the breakfast filling me in on what happened the day/night before. It consists of drinks on the beach, appetizers for dinner, and drinks and dancing to a not very good band. They would have gone to bed early but one of the girls threatened bodily injury to anyone going to bed early.
After my de-briefing, we break down into groups. Four of the girls went for a long walk on the beach and 3 of us decide to take in the scenery with a bike ride to the breathtaking Mohegan Bluffs. We rented bikes for 1 hours (no need to kill ourselves) and road straight uphill to our destination. After oohing and aahing over the views we returned our bikes, donned our bathing suits and hit the beach.
The afternoon passed quickly at a beachside bar called Ballards. With cocktail service to our chairs and a band playing great music there is no need to move. We drink Caronas, read trashy magazines, talk about kids, husbands, having crushes, trying to have more children, trying not to have more children, our bodies, other women?s bodies, the guy throwing the footballs? body. Most importantly we talk about how lucky we are that we have all remained friends over the years and can get together like this annually.
About The Author Valerie McDermott is a mother of 2 and co founder of http:///www.million-dollar-mama.com a website devoted to mothers who wish to rediscover their past indulgences like travel, get-togethers, fitness and spa treatments. Look like a million -- feel like a million. |
Valerie McDermott
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