Work Retreat

I went on a work retreat overnight. We left yesterday afternoon and returned this afternoon.

While all the bonding, working better, and all these work issues were of key importance why I was supposed to go to the retreat, the real reason why I went was to get a full night of interrupted sleep.

I stayed in a nice hotel room, had a big bed all to myself, and slept the whole night and even slept in until 8 a.m. No one was there to wake me up at 3 a.m., 5 a.m., etc. for various milk or potty needs, not the baby, not the dog.

While other work people had a night on the town, several of us, moms of young children, went to bed early.

Our colleagues had even a little informal poll going of who was going to give in first, Nina, Maria or Lisa. We all bailed at the same time.

By 10:30, I was in bed. I tried to watch TV, but as soon as I hit that bed, a wave of immense fatigue overtook me and that was it. I was out like a light.

When I woke up in the morning, I was unfortunately still looking sleep deprived, not refreshed. Maybe we should've stayed at the hotel two nights.


When I came home this afternoon, it was so incredibly exciting to see Mr. Meh. I feel like he changed in the 36 hours I hadn't seen him. He seemed cuter and chubbier and just more giggly and happy. I'm so in love with him and so in awe of him.