I love my HENS. I love the camaraderie we share, that we're all successful women, and that we always have a really good time. Who knew this silly lark would grow some legs and become somewhat of a sisterhood?
Due to a change
in some regularly scheduled programming, this upcoming weekend has been
postponed. So be it but suffice is to say, that our sisterhood reminds
me of the afternoons I use to share when my children were small. A room full of like-minded women commiserating.
Back then we'd talk
about which diapers were on sale and how long it had been since we'd last gotten laid. Must admit the latter produced the most round table banter as well as the most laughter and insight.
I was in heaven back then. Baby puke on my shoulder was how I rolled. Hanging the laundry outside on the line (because diapers and formula won out over hydro) was a given. Oh, and I made my own baby food. Let's face it; what else does a girl want to do other than spend every single Saturday
with various fresh vegetables, boiling water, and a blender? Those were the days....
Seriously, twenty years later, the groups are the same but different. The HENS take me
back to the MOMS. A time when I just wanted to have a minute and a half to myself. From the time I arrive in the hen house, I physically and emotionally decompress, exactly how I did with my coffee break crew as the children napped. That is the God' honest truth.
I’m not going to
lie, I was a little disappointed this weekend didn’t work out. But at the end of
the day, we are either all in or none of us are in. That’s what sisterhood is
about right? And we are some crazy ass, really loud, fun loving sisters!
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