Retreat: an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable.
In the morning I am leaving for our church's annual women's retreat. It starts tonight, but because Evan isn't always willing to take a bottle, I didn't want to leave him for 2 nights. He has been giving us some grief lately, waking up 3-4 times most nights and only sometimes going back to sleep without eating. At 5:15 this morning, when he wanted me to feed him for the 3rd time and Andy and I were beyond irritated, I thought about making the decision to stay home from the retreat. How was Andy going to handle this without the option of me feeding him? What if, like last night, Evan won't take a bottle? I was disappointed, but I thought there was no way around it.
Then today happened, and I didn't get even a minute to myself between taking care of the kids. I got drooled on and spit up on a ridiculous amount of times, I was falling asleep every time I sat down to feed Evan, and I realized I just need to go. He will be FINE. He's not like Noelle who absolutely refused the bottle. He's just very slow to warm up to it, and that is okay for the under 30 hours I'll be gone. I need a day where my clothes stay dry! It will be great to get away from the sometimes difficult and more often disagreeable experience of being a mom and spend time with just me and God. And of course in fellowship with other women, which is always a great thing.
Tonight Noelle was doing something I had told her not to, and having skipped her nap today she was a little more dramatic than usual. She started to cry and ran off to her bedroom, and she threw herself down on her bed. When I went in a minute later to check on her, I noticed that she had obviously thrown herself face first onto her pillow. I just had to take a picture because it was so funny to see her tear print in the shape of a sad face. 30 hours without that kind of drama will do me some good.