WHY IT'S AWESOME TO 'JOY TO THE GIRL' WITH YOUR GIRLS
Imagine one night a year.
Imagine it’s Christmas.
Imagine you put your babies to bed and you get in an uber.
Imagine you’re in your pajamas.
Then imagine you arrive to a winter wonderland in the form of 40 women you know and admire.
Then imagine there’s wine, champagne, pizza, white chocolate popcorn, cake pops, Nars cosmetics, a fire, toilets with no baby seats on them, girl talks seeping into your veins and a whole lot of love.
Now, I can’t speak for everyone last night…but yet I feel like I can, so here’s what I know about last night and here’s what I know when you put 40 women together in your friend's house and you play dirty santa till well after midnight. This is why it's awesome to "JOY TO THE GIRL" with your girls. P.S. Nicolle, we are so grateful and our hearts are full.
You cry from laughing.
You pee in your pants from crying from laughing. Cuz duh, we’ve been through childbirth.
You say things like, is that a vibrator? when it’s dry shampoo.
You dance to “Pony” by Genuine.
You drink champagne and wine and anything else that is in front of your face, including somebody else’s wine.
You eat cold pizza at midnight.
You sing “Silent Night” in 3 part harmony by Nashville’s most talented singers and songwriters.
You selfie with special selfie lighting.
You selfie in the photo booth unashamedly while the photo booth man giggles in horror.
You say let’s selfie again because you’re drunk.
You act like you’re never getting up at 6:00 a.m. with your toddlers.
You drink more.
You talk about your kids.
You talk about private school.
You talk about public school.
You talk about “women” in the music business.
You talk about that subject for a while.
You get feisty from said subject.
You drink more champagne.
You discuss hair products.
You discuss twins.
You discuss the shitshow of twins.
You discuss the shitshow of twins to the preggo of twins.
You mention ovulation.
You mention the word vasectomy like 30 times.
You mention that sometimes vasectomies don’t take.
You mention having the baby bug.
You mention never having the baby bug again.
You mention weird uber drivers.
You sing Genuine “pony” again and dirty dance to yourself.
You order Uber.
You say your drunken sad crying goodbyes like you’ll never see your Momsquad again.
You go home.
You wake up at 6 with your 5 year old breathing heavily in your face saying “get up mom let’s have pancakes”.
I think we should say 'JOY TO THE GIRL' like once a month. Because, girls. As one girl said, "Girls rule and boys....well, they're good for helping us make more girls."