Fluffy slippers

Well, I managed something I have looked forward to and dreaded for a long time - a weekend away from my children! I know I am a wimp, but the time had more than come, so I packed up my ridiculously small number of items required to keep myself and only myself clothed and fed for two nights.

And off we sped to out annual 'PrimaVera' Girls weekend away - this year at the beautiful coromandel beach of Onemana. We had 6 out of possible 7 girls attending, two babies and one toddler. One meal each to organise. Magazines and movies. Tea bags for the eternal cuppas. Beach walks and chatting took most of the active time with cuddling babies (the give back when they fill their nappies kind) as the relaxing option.

Thanks to my lovely husband who went solo (with help of friends husband and toddler for one night). No sweat for Dad. He was as tired as I was refreshed, and we both happily resumed our more traditional roles.

In a previous life a weekend with the girls would have involved packing some ridiculously painful but sexy pair of foot-hating heels for a big night out. The first thing I packed this trip - my woolly fluffy slippers.