Last weekend I did yoga with some of my best friends followed by Champagne and tomato mozzarella salad, followed by more champagne and hours of conversation with friends and no children around. I don’t know about you, but that sounds kind of like a dream vacation. 

Am I right? I mean, the kind of relaxed I was in an oversized arm chair with blankets, cold white wine, and my girlfriends, it was kind of not real. And kind of a big deal. And an investment. An important one if you will.