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I went away for a girls’ night.  Unlike my Girl Scouts outing where I slept on the floor, wedged between a jelly fish tank and a fire exit, this time I had a real bed. A murphy bed. Which I shared. But still. A serious improvement for a woman 7 months pregnant.

We went to one of those spa places where you pay someone a lot of money to give you a massage while they talk nonstop about their crazy childhood growing up in a shady section of Brooklyn. I didn’t actually end up getting a treatment because it sort of wigs me out to have a stranger touching me in some dark room without buying me drinks first.

I mostly went for exercise walks, put my feet in the hot tub, wandered around, and discovered once again that I totally suck at relaxing. It’s especially hard to relax and let go when they put the calories and fat content on their menus.

Picture 1

66 grams of fat in a chicken and arugula salad?!

There were a lot of women at this spa and everyone was wearing white robes so it started to feel like some kind of strange cult. I applaud the very few brave men who put on the robes (don’t do that again) but mostly, it was white robed women everywhere.

I ignored the No Cell Phones signs and tried to get a photo for you but it’s weird – women do not like getting photographed without proper clothes and makeup.

white robe girl

I put on a robe for 3 seconds but they don’t exactly mesh with a pregnant woman’s physique.

kelcey in white robe

OMG. I sent that photo to my husband so he wouldn’t forget how sexy I am.

See, I look much better here…

girls photo

That night we went to Mohegan Sun, the casino. Judging from the cigarette smoke in the place, I think my unborn baby smoked about a half a pack of cigarettes while I was there. Ugh.

I gambled a little and won 14 cents.

kelcey winnings

Truthfully, I gambled $5 and won $.14 so maybe it wasn’t a total win.  Some of my girlfriends started to fade as their buzzes wore off and it got late, but I was like a cigarette smoke powered pregnant ninja, secretly lurking behind the poker tables, so no one would make me take them home.

Eventually I got tired too and headed back to the the white robe compound. The next day, we headed back to our normal lives.

It’s hard to return home after being away. I really did enjoy not picking up toys and not feeding anyone but myself for 36 hours.

Because when you’re in the thick of family chaos, you kind of feel like a hostage and just learn to love your captors but once you get away, you’re like hold on a second, “There are people who relax, exercise and eat meals with 66 grams of fat without interruptions?! This is awesome.”

But I knew the life of the robe was not for me (see earlier photo for evidence) and I came home to feed children, pick up toys and kiss sweet, adorable and sometimes cranky faces.  I missed my captors.

kelcey home

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