I went to our church's Women's Retreat this weekend.
I have been very burned out with the whole parenting gig lately. Part of it is that I am naturally lazy, part of it is that it seems like they're all insane. Simply insane. Charlie goes around biting, Melody is hysterical at the drop of a hat, and Dixie is inventing an entire fantasy world surrounding her birth parents that is rather hard to compete with.
Oh, and there's the part where I'm just lazy.
I left yesterday, and I gotta admit that I wasn't feeling so good about leaving. I had just almost witnessed the demise of my youngest courtesy of a mall escalator and had spent a good bit of time shouting at the taller ones in the 24 hours leading up to it. So I go. Sing some songs, do crafts, listen to some talks. You get the idea.
I always dread coming home. I know what my house looked like when I left, but that doesn't mean it is going to have even the most remote resemblance when I return 28 hours later.
I came home and I heard MOMMYMOMMYMOMMY through the door, was greeted with massive girl hugs and then charlie kissed my nose! I have to brag that my incredible husband taught Charlie to give kisses while I was gone! When he was leaning in, I just KNEW I was going to get bit, but I got kissed a dozen times instead with real smacking kisses! And then he walked around, practicing kissing.
It was sooooo cool to be missed. Proves I'm not invisible.