This weekend was Violet's birthday party weekend, for which I have planned and prepared for months: handpainted invitations, fairy-themed food, pushing my husband to build a magnificent gift for her...
Then, I was kidnapped Friday evening, shortly upon my arrival home from work.
My instructions: pack your toothbrush, your clean undies, and a pillow. I left a panicked note to my husband, a to-do list comprised of all my mind's wanderings in regards to Violet's Fairy Tea Party Extraordinaire. I stuck a post-it on the cupcake recipe to be made, and was whisked away to what I like to call "the back arse of nowhere", i.e. Northern Ontario, where the moose wander at will and the mosquitoes are hungry.
Ensconced in a cottage with five wild women, welcomed, embraced, plied with red wine and mojitos, my spirit has been uplifted. My once-per-season retreat took place unexpectedly, "late to the bill...an added attraction", just when I needed it most.
I'll coast now for a few months, on the laughter of this past weekend where I learned to let go of this illusion of control I like to think I have.
Thank you, Kidnapper...I needed you more than I knew.