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Forget pacifism, feminism or cold pressed juices, WAFK is a growing movement and it's good for your health. It’s an investment in your marriage, friendships and family and it is best done when you’re not in the house.
From the Hunter Valley to Melbourne, Noosa to Jindabyne, Friday is The Day for airports and freeways to swell with WAFK attendees. Luggage of all sizes is stuffed silly with trashy mags, novels, high heels or herbal tea. Or suitcases are left notoriously and cavernously empty in anticipation for the glorious stuffing that is to follow.
Yes, it's the Weekend Away From The Kids (WAFK), a close cousin to the Boys Weekend, but much better for your liver and you can still drive on Monday. If you have kids who can be left with partners or parents back home, go ahead and take time out from the nits, knots and naughty corner, netball, night terrors and name tagged items.
This current crop of mothers with young youngs are not the Valium generation. These are not the women who plaster smiles on their faces and swear 'Everything’s fine' despite things to the contrary. Sandwiched between baby boomers and the over-sharer generation these WAFK women aren't afraid to put their hand up and say 'I need a break, who wants to go and lie on a beach for a few days?' These women team up in pairs or packs and head to Melbourne or the Gold Coast or Sydney for a weekend. Refreshing wardrobes, pounding pavements discussing life's pressing issues, clinking a glass of wine or two and generally just remembering who they were PC ( pre-children). Health wise it returns sleep and stress levels to their equilibrium and smoothes brows quicker than you can say “Has she had work done?”
WAFK asks little in return but keeps on giving. Those left rotting back home to man the fort get a fresh perspective of the logistics of running a household, realising that each team member is like a chess piece, pawns and queens equally valuable in their roles. Amazingly, and counter-intuitive to how everyone feels 24 hours pre-WAFK the whole household benefits from the mother being absent. “Not so easy after all” is the collective groan of men left behind tying ribbons in hair, packing presents for parties, or picking poo-poo out of pot plants. “I suppose I can clean my own teeth” marvel 9 year old boys expert at navigating minecraft and lego mini-figures.
In the cities the WAFKs high five each other as they pass in the street or in hotel foyers, clutching multitudes of shopping bags, sprouting freshly painted toes, waving room service menus or cinema session times. “So good, so relaxing, so fun” they cry. Cellar door sales swell at wineries, airbnb sales rise with these WAFK in packs, country home dining room tables shake with much needed laughter, the kind of laughter lying dormant from lunch box packing and piano lesson listening.
Still, a change is all that’s needed to restore meaning, and vigour in the belief of the family and WAFKers are amazingly happy to head home, like the faithful and proverbial shaggy footed draught horse. As the Sunday evening WAFK commuter traffic dies down, holiday gifts distributed, kisses exchanged, love declared between the family anew. All sleep happily, feeling much more appreciated in their beds.
And remember, all is fair in love and WAFK.