Nothing says Mother's Day more than a weekend without the kids. That isn't quite true; many things signify Mother's Day much more traditionally. However, when a girlfriend calls and says, "How about a weekend in San Francisco?" And your husband says, "That sounds like a great idea." You really don't worry about what weekend it is; you just take that gift called a Girlfriend's Weekend and run with it. There were no macaroni necklaces or breakfast in bed this Mother's Day, instead I spent the entire weekend enjoying the city with my dear friend, Sheila. Never fear, when I arrived home this morning, the kids showered me with cards and artwork and the giant bear hugs that only children can bestow. Boy, am I lucky.
This weekend I realized that for all the times Scott and I visited the city when we lived in Sacramento, we really never made it past the great food and wine in North Beach. It turns out San Francisco is home to many wonderful treasures beyond where our 20-something interests took us. Sheila and I explored all over, like Golden Gate Park, Union Square, Tea at the Fairmont, and even a ride on the wrong bus that took us far away from all the tourists.
Today, I am savoring my weekend memories and so thankful to Sheila, who flew across the country to hang out on the West Coast, and to Scott, who kept the kids for my girls-only weekend. Boy, I am really lucky.
That is life in MomZania.
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