Yesterday I took a vacation day and drove down to Richmond to see Kelly and Keira (fellow triplet moms - Keira lost one of her triplets six months ago) and had a fabulous time. We talked about our babies (not so much babies anymore, but I can't help but call them babies), and life with multiples, and pregnancy, and grief, and love, and marriage, and craziness. We chatted for so long the waitress stopped bothering to come over to ask if we had decided what to order because it was clear we hadn't even bothered to look at menus. Finally, we squelched our chattering long enough to peak at menus and order and got right back down to the business of chattering away about our kids and the joys of parenting and the joys of being away for a day.
I really needed this mental health day, and an afternoon with these two ladies was perfect for my mental health and well worth five hours of driving to have this afternoon. And hey, while I was down there, I got a couple new blouses and a new skirt, because, well, Talbots was calling my name. You can't really blame a girl, can you? I can't really afford the time off, and I certainly couldn't afford the new clothes, but boy, am I glad that I got both. Richmond is one of my least favorite cities on the planet, having lived there for one of the most miserable years of my life, but by golly, am I happy that I went down there yesterday.
It's nice to spend time with other triplet mamas, you know? They get it. We all understand each other. We all know where we've come from and what's ahead. We don't make stupid comments to each other, and if we do, we understand it's the result of sleep deprivation. And I admit that while it was nice to get together with all those triplet families last week, this was an especially nice day because it was just us mamas and we didn't have to worry about chasing any kidderoonies. What a relief!