Back to the real world. Yesterday when I was on my way to the grocery store, I accidentally locked Griffin in the car. 3 policemen, 2 AAA guys, a broken door and 45 minutes later the drama ended. He was fine. I'm fine. The drivers side door to my car..not so much. I now need to climb across the passenger side door to get in my car. It's all good though because I'm still on my retreat high! Still hearing those positive words of wisdom that were spoken by all the fabulous moms I met.
I do need to give a HUGE shout out to my incredible husband who not only held down the fort..he went above and beyond. When I walked in the door Sunday afternoon I wasn't expecting the kids, the house and especially the baby to be as happy and well-cared for as they were. The house was clean, dishes done, the kids cleaned their rooms and Steve painted the study. WHAT? I can't paint my nails with 4 kids..how did he manage that? I wonder if I would have preferred the opposite. You know a dirty, messy house and kids who came running at me saying "Mom! Thank God your home...we NEED you!!"
And some of you were wondering about the baby. You know the whole nursing thing. When I left on Friday he was still nursing a few times a day/night so that was my biggest worry about being gone. But, when I called over the weekend Steve reassured me he was fine..eating a ton..but fine. So, what did I do the minute I walked in the door on Sunday? Nurse. I think I missed it more than him.
It's 71 degrees and sunny here today. Griffy and I just came from a long walk on the beach. I feel recharged and ready to face the day!