One Year In: NYC Girls' Trip, Sleepaway Camp Tears & Rating Our Week

We're celebrating one year of We'll Sleep When We're Dead the only way we know how — crammed in one hotel bed in NYC, mic passed back and forth, recovering from a 10-mile walk and a Broadway show we knew nothing about going in.This one's a grab bag: the real math behind pulling off a kid-free weekend (spoiler: it took an au pair, two camps, and a babysitter), why texting your co-host can feel a lot like texting your husband, and the sleepaway camp FaceTime that turned Sam into a notebook-style sobbing mess — in the best way.Plus, we're debuting Rate My Week — mom guilt, sleep, marriage, and self-care, scored out of 10 and fully unfiltered — and naming the guests we're dying to book next (dermatologist, RD, pediatrician, and yes, a plastic surgeon).If you've ever needed permission to take the girls' trip, this is it.Know someone who fits the guest wishlist? Email us: [email protected]