Alright, so there’s a staff retreat every year at Dakar Academy in the fall. They would have allowed us to take the girls if we wanted, but then we caught wind of another couple with a kiddo that wasn’t taking theirs. Ideas sprung into mind. “What? We could have a weekend without the kids and relive our days of freedom and no responsibilities? Sign us up!” Plans came into our minds like mosquitos in a muggy bathroom…I bet we could get a couple of the senior girls to watch Charlie and Maeve for the weekend? “Yeah, that’s good.”
Needless to say, mom and dad were excited with the thought. We moved forward. Mission was accomplished. 2 nights away from the kiddos living it up with other DA staffers around the beach and pool and playing childish games was in our near future. We anticipated much fun.
Friday night rolls around. I (Kyle) feel like crap. Wake up 12 different times throughout the night taking care of necessary functions. Weekend of rest and relaxation and getting to know people on a deeper level turns into laying on your back for 2 days waiting for things to subside. Faith puts on the nurse hat again. I go home worse than when I left. Faith’s in the same boat. Africa strikes again!
Full disclaimer: The girls did great while we were gone. We came back to both of them as they were waking up from naps. Charlie came in jumping on the bed as I was trying to let my stomach settle…to no avail. But how can you get upset with your daughter jumping on the bed in excitement?
I feel MUCH better today. Its amazing how things can turn for the better…and worse so quickly here.