And they’d be Rainbow flip flops slipped onto feet with coral-painted toenails. My friend is a rock star, I knew that much–but I learned so much more on my blink-of-an-eye trip to Tallahassee, Florida. It’s hot there. And humid. I felt right at home in the climate, almost as if I had time traveled back to my 18 years spent in Pittsburgh–except Florida’s April is like Pittsburgh’s August. We talked for 48 hours straight. So fast, we were interrupting each other. I think we both had the fact that we only had 2 days and an evening together lurking over us the whole time and we had a lot of catch up to do. We chatted and laughed and listened to one another’s stories while changing diapers, warming up bottles, and chasing one toddler and 2 babies around from 7 am to 5 pm daily. My best friend usually tackles the nanny task by herself–but I was there to help her. Even though, I feel like she ended up helping me. I picked up tips on how to help Greta use a spoon and how to be patient when life gets hard. I didn’t know I could stay up until 12:30. Honest. I learned that there is life after babies go to bed. I learned I could cook more. And love more. And laugh harder. And cry more freely. I learned that some pregnant women wear heels their entire pregnancy (okay, we learned that one from Bravo.) I could and should get dressed every day, for me and for Chris. I learned that as much as I feel like I do–I could do more for–for my family, for other people, for myself. Because, my friend TOTALLY does double (or more) what I do in a day.
Of course I missed Chris and Greta. And that was so good for me. Every mother deserves an out-of-routine experience. Maybe it is across the country. Someplace warm. With an acquaintance turned friend turned bff turned kindred spirit. Go. I promise you. You need this, whoever you are.
More details about Meagan and I, and our days spent together here.