All Alone

Last week was just plain hard. My faithful readers already know most of the reasons. Excuse me if there are any boys reading (highly doubtful)...but on top of Maisie's new sleep conditions, my menstrual cycle arrived after 20 months of not knowing one, Mike had an extra busy end of the week/weekend, and my baby pulled a hot curling iron down onto her arm.

I was done. "Cash in my chips" sort of done. I had to get away, and no hour sitting at Starbucks would do - nor shopping at the mall or something of the like. I needed silence, alone time, solitude.

Blessed am I to have a little cabin getaway in the family just an hour or so away...and doubly blessed to have a husband push me out the door in complete understanding of my state of heart.

So I packed up after church on Sunday, and stopping at the last hamburger joint in town, I drove out of town with a chocolate milkshake in hand. After many songs sung at the top of my lungs, I arrived at our little riverside cabin at the coast. ALL ALONE.

I sat in two positions, shown in the pictures below. Green chair, leather couch. Magazines, book, and a rented movie all at my disposal to distract my frazzled mind.

And when dinner time rolled around, I drove to the little grocery store and bought whatever sounded good. Thus...the candy. (the lunchable was just to get in a little protein)

At 7pm, I packed up and bid farewell to my peaceful abode. Sad to leave, but newly refreshed, I said a prayer for my safety and set out on my return drive.

I highly suggest the following retreat to all my weary mom readers. Even if it is just your bedroom.

Things are still rough here with Ms. 5am Maisie, but I feel a little bit better. Both for your encouragement and my little trip.