My "Single mom MILF" trip to Miami

 

From the title of this post, you probably think I had a wild, crazy, "what happens in Miami stays in Miami" trip last week.  It was time for me to channel my inner "MILF" (more on that and what that means in a future post). While I had a blast, this was not one of those trips.

 

Why?

 

I will start by saying this; going away at all for me was a real treat.  Over the past four years, I have been resistant.  My business won’t run by itself and as the first few years for any entrepreneur are usually financially tough, there isn’t much disposable income. But when Sophia’s father decided to take her for an almost week-long ski trip last week, I decided to escape to Miami.  

 

While I did miss Sophia, I would be lying if I didn’t say I relished the time when I was accountable only to myself. I intended on three full blissful days of beach, sleep, and fun. I flew out with a list of “must go” places, several hot outfits, and plans to just enjoy. I had four very good friends to see. Yup. This was going to be a perfect combination of rest and fun.  

 

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Except I forgot; everyone I was visiting had kids.

 

When you are childless and there are 6 kids five and under around, let’s just say it takes the need to be flexible to a whole new level.  I did make it to several of the "hot places" on the list; like 1 Hotel Rooftop bar and The Faena.  While a lot of fun and "child free", our first night ended at 11pm instead of beginning at that time.  I could blame it on my two friends who have two young kids at home each, including one who is a trainer and had a full schedule the next day.  I could also say that if I had a friend from out of town and a big work day coming up full of clients, I would rally and stay out late.  But, full disclosure; I was tired too and relieved to go to sleep!

 

Day two:  I woke up, went for a run, and spent the entire day on the beach with another of my closest friends who was "childless" for the day.  Around 7pm, my hostess, my friend and I went to a rooftop hotel to take in the beautiful sunset, and grab a drink and some appetizers.  The plan was to then head home, shower and get ready to go out around ten pm to “the place” to go on a Wednesday night. However, when we got home, the 13 month old had a cold and was teething; out came the NoseFreda (aka snot sucker for babies) and there went our night of dancing....

 

Again, full disclosure.  I was so tired I passed out before 10pm.

 

Day three.  After a relaxing morning on the beach, we drove to south beach to visit a friend and her almost- 11 month old.  Navigating the traffic patterns typical for Miami and staying true to Miami form, we arrived around 430pm after telling our hostess we were planning on arriving around 3.  No bother though; our hostess and her son "went with the flow" as we had a few glasses of wine and a Moscow Mule.  We left around 730pm to head to the Faena.  Again, after a few hours, we left to get our car from the valet.

 

 

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As we were waiting for the car, two men struck up a conversation with us.

 

"Excuse me," one said.  "Are you from New York? Are you rich?"

 

"Well, I am from New York, but I am not rich," I told him.

 

"Are you married or divorced?  I am getting divorced and I have a 2 year old."

 

"I am divorced and I have a child," I said, hoping our car would arrive soon as I was not eager to continue the conversation.

 

"Now that you are divorced," he asked. "How is your sex life?"
 

Saved by the car.  
 

As we got into the car, the valet boy (I say boy as he couldn't have been older than 20) eyed my blue secquened dress.
 

"You look like trouble," he said. 
 

"I may be," I said.  "But I am also old enough to be your mom."
 

Saved by the driver pulling out of the driveway.

 

We got home just past 11.  My night cap? As I already broke my dairy free diet with a plate of cheese I decided to wash it down with some chocolate ice cream. 

 

 

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That night was full of broken up sleep.  The 13 month old with a cold woke up crying every two hours. Two of my friends decided to text me at 3am and 430am respectfully.  The 3am text was to tell me she was flying home from Germany.  The 430am text was my friend who was up nursing her child.  Both text started with "I hope I am not waking you."  Between the texts that were going through on my iPad and not my silenced iPhone and the baby crying, I had no idea who woke me up when. However, I woke up for my final morning feeling as though I had been sleep-training my child who wasn't even there. 

 

Day four: Repeat. Wake, run, beach. I was determined to stay out and enjoy the much talked about Miami nightlife despite the fact that I had a somewhat early flight. However, it was the start of the famous Annual Miami music festival, which left much of the downtown Miami Beach area packed and challenging to get to from where we were. So after a nice dinner and a few drinks at The Four Seasons, we went home. It was our latest night out, as at least it was after midnight. 

 

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So what can I say? I did have a blast, really enjoyed my friends, and did take the time to disconnect from work. When I came back to reality, I was ready to get back to the day to day and of course even more excited to see Sophia. And perhaps, even though I was childless, running a business and having a kindergartner keeps me busy enough that this was truly the perfect blend of rest and fun. 

 

That being said, I plan on making travel and fun more of a priority this year- both with and without Sophia. And as I further examine what it truly means to be a “MILF” in today’s society, I am certain I will be reporting back with a range of experiences.

 

So hang tight...until the next time.