Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

For our first girl's weekend, I took my 3-year-old to the spa. Would you expect anything else from a luxury travel writer?
For our first girl's weekend, I took my 3-year-old to the spa. Would you expect anything else from a luxury travel writer?

Well, for those of you keeping track, I survived my first girl’s weekend with my 3-year-old daughter.

You might recall that a couple of weeks ago here, I compared her to the girl with the curl in the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  I even said I was downright frightened to single-parent her for an entire weekend while my son and husband went on a Cub Scout camping trip.

Surprise! My daughter really wasn’t that horrid. 

Perhaps that is because I showered her with the good life for over 48 hours. 

Her girl’s weekend consisted of a late-night fiesta with her 9-year-old cousin at the local Mexican restaurant, lunch and a cupcake at Cameron Village with her grandma, and mint gelato on Sunday along with a Princess pedicure at a local day spa. Believe it or not, I even called the North Pole and asked if our elf could visit for the weekend.

Guess what? They said yes.

I pampered her so hard that she didn’t have enough time to be a true pill.

I mean, really.  That’s not a bad life for a 3-year-old. Not at all!

She slept like an angel and went to bed early because she was so tired.

Her decent bedtime also gave this big girl time to open a bottle of my coveted Biltmore wine from one of my travels and watch a Jennifer Aniston movie, which my husband hates doing because he says all of her movies are mediocre.

He’s right. This movie was certainly mediocre.

But it didn’t matter.

I enjoyed doing just what I wanted in the house.

I stayed up past midnight doing nothing.

My daughter and the elf woke me quite early on Sunday because they had had a good night’s rest at an earlier hour than normal, but I didn’t care.

Overall, it was a good weekend.  I even got back in my yoga routine.  My daughter even tried to do it, too.

We had fun. We giggled, laughed, and cuddled.

She chose purple for her toenails, of course.  And a light green mint for post-pedicure gelato.  And I chose to reward myself with a big cappuccino and chocolate croissant.

NO guilt on the calories.  No guilt on spending a little more than we probably should have on frivolous items like children’s pedicures, expensive coffees, and cupcakes.

She may not remember our weekend very well in the future, but I certainly will.

I enjoyed our girl’s time more than I even imagined.  And the boys had a good time camping, too.

I’m kind of looking forward to the next one.