This statement is a favourite thrown around by Noah and Ethan in equal quantity. Whatever the occasion one – or both – thinks it should be about them. And it often is. But not this weekend. This was all about me.I was one of the 40 lucky ladies invited to Big4 Bellarine’s Mum’s Only Sleepover which started yesterday afternoon and finished after breakfast this morning. But the weekend started before then. I left home on Friday morning, heading to Melbourne with my business hat on first to speak at Renee Mayne’s Stereo Untypical Success business and lifestyle event. I covered editorial and marketing planning for the eager attendees before heading back to my room in the city. Awake bright and early in Saturday, I set off in search of a good soy latte before being whisked away for lunch with friend and client, Alycia Edgar, at her Jan Juc coffice Swell. Lunch and the company were completely delightful, but the time went way too quickly. Afterwards Alycia drove me along the gorgeous Victorian coast to the Big 4 holiday park.
I had just enough time to drop my bag and admire the bed that would be just mine, before joining my fellow Team Red members for a challenge that saw me trying several things for the first time – or the first time in a long time!This list included: Putting up a tent
Riding a flying fox
Steering a pedalled go cart
Jumping on a huge pillow.
Afterwards I was in dire need of some quiet time with a cup of tea (you can tell I married a Pom).
The jumping pillows and kid’s playground.
5pm saw us all gathering for drinks and nibbles. Imagine 40 women all talking at once! It was noisy and fun 🙂 Dinner came when we’d all decided we needed to soak up some of the alcohol and this yummy dhal was perfect.
Dessert was a selection of mini pastries, cupcakes and lollies. And I didn’t have to share with anyone!Heading back to my cabin I reveled in the fact I had the entire place to myself! There was no negotiating – just me, an ebook and a big bed. Bliss! Knowing I had to leave early I was up and ready by 7.30am and then wasn’t sure what to do with myself. The solution, of course, was reading the paper leisurely over breakfast. Another treat for me. This time out was just what I needed to recharge and remember everyone I loved was just over the Bass Strait. And there they were when I walked off the plane this afternoon – three grinning faces and three sets of arms eagerly waiting to enfold me in a welcome-home hug. It was still all about me.