When I first started going on weekend retreats to scrapbook with my friends, we had a running joke that all our husbands thought we were at a giant slumber party, wearing frilly pajamas and having pillow fights.
Our scrapbooking retreats were all about scrapping and all about retreating. The cars were loaded with every tool, paper, and sticker that we owned. We often joked that we didn’t have room to pack clothes. One time, someone forgot to pack underwear.
Hey, I’m totally NOT ratting out my friend on that one.
Wait, I just did, didn’t I? Ooops.
If family members complained that we were going, we’d kindly remind them that we felt like these demon babes:
What women don’t do on a retreat (besides have pillow fights):
- Waking up in the middle of the night to feed a baby or let out a dog
What women do on a retreat*:
- Work hard in 72 hours to meet the goal of putting 200 photos in albums
- Stay up late into the night to finish that unrealistic goal
- Sleep late (7-8 hours a night)
- Watch movies (multi-tasking ones are best)
- Stress about REDACTED
- Talk about REDACTED
- Listen to music (with earbuds if there are too many REDACTED conversations)
- Laugh (beautiful laughter!)
*Whatever is said at the Hideaway, stays at the Hideaway. Since I can’t actually redact here, I’ll give you the feeling of it.
- Sing karaoke.
- Drink a lot of wine.
- Sew, knit, crochet.
- Write. ( 😀 )
- Make jewelry.
- Have Pinterest weekends to work on cool pinned ideas that they haven’t had time to make.
- Threaten a friend of a friend with pillow suffocation if she snores like a freight train again.
By the end of the weekend of trying to get as much scrapbooking
writing done as possible (because we know we won’t get another chance until the next retreat), we feel a lot like those demon babes that we felt like before we left, especially when it takes an hour to pack up our scrapbooking supplies.
We’ve missed our families and our pets, and we can’t wait to get home.
Then we return to find the dishes unwashed and dirty clothes in piles that shouldn’t exist and the baby wasn’t fed a bottle that day. (True story!) Or, in some cases, we find that the closets have been cleaned out and all the toys rearranged and organized. (Also a true story!)
*sigh* It’s the Hideaway Blues. We’re ready to go back before we’ve packed up.
While I didn’t scrapbook last weekend, I did write and plot and decided to throw out one book in a planned trilogy (I really don’t want to write a “bridge
to nowhere book”). I feel blessed to have spent my weekend with such great friends and gotten so much accomplished.
This week I press onward with work deadlines that were meant for REDACTED.
What’s going on with you? How did you spend your weekend? Do you ever get away to work on projects? Where is your ideal getaway spot?