So, the day had finally arrived. Me and two of my mom friends were taking a few days off from motherhood and heading to my parent’s home in Florida for a little R&R and some exciting tarpon fishing in the Boca Grande Pass. We had spent days preparing schedules, lists, dinners, carpools and empty laundry rooms for our wingmen (a.k.a. husbands) to take over while we left for four whole days. The kids also had to be prepped that dad was in charge and hey, don’t be worried if dad forgets to pick you up from school, you may have pizza every night or you’re ...