The Moms Are Outside

This past weekend some of my closest girlfriends and I rented a house in the Catskills and did a girls trip with all our daughters. It was amazing.

It turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, and sunny. The house we rented had a pool and hot tub and we hung out all day. The adults got a chance to relax, the kids got a chance to hang out. When they went downstairs to chill out, we got to hang out outside and I may have even smoked a couple cigarettes.

I know that is gross but I miss smoking. I miss the way it feels. I hate how I feel the next day but I love the feeling of it… Anyway. I don’t smoke normally anymore, only on occasion. This was an occasion. 

My friend and I got burnt just like when we were teens. Clearly we haven’t learned, but we did learn how to moisturize after. 

The funny part was listening to the girl children talk to the dads on Facetime and rat us out on what the mom’s were up to. Hence the “The mom’s are outside” That was the funniest thing. Like we were just hanging out and not paying them any mind. They had plenty of food, someone was always watching the pool and there was a game room, TV and surround sound music. I think the music was my favorite part. 

One of my most favorite moments was sitting by the river. I legit could have been there for hours. And seeing the stars. Out there you can see allll of them. It was something I haven’t seen in a while. 

Of course, hanging with my friends, the bond the girls are creating and our memories will last forever. We are already starting to look around for next year. I think we’re going to stick to the Catskills and try to stay closer to Woodstock. 

What about you? Do you have a group trip you take every year? Where do you go? 


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