I sat back and took a sip of chilled Sauvignon Blanc and smiled at my best friend. I knew we were both having the same thought: this is our most precious time of the week (sorry Husbands), Karen and Emma time. The time when the world stands still, the time when we share our inner most thoughts – often evil ones, the time when we laugh so loud people stare, the time when we talk about serious stuff, the time when we talk about nonsense. (A time my husband considers as therapeutic – and invariably less expensive! – as any of the ‘treatments’ I indulge in.)

We catch up on each other’s lives, craving delicious detail after not seeing each other for three weeks (a time span we both consider far too long; and a time span that puts our emotional health at risk: confirmed with the sharing of two melt-downs – one each). Continue reading →