As usual, we had a great time at Bobbie and Grandpa's condo. The weather was a bit cool during the beginning of the week but was back to normal by the time we left. The cold was a bummer because the boat is finally de-moused and in the lake but swimming was out of the question for me while it was 65 degrees outside. The kids, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind.
Notice Maren's face? She got that from the "big red slide" at the playground. The slide is indeed very large, and red, and turns out if you go down it in slippery pajama bottoms, you pick up some speed by the time you reach the end. She started on her bottom and feet-first but landed on her stomach, face-first on the ground. (And yes, we go to the WB playground in our jammies - even me, complete with coffee mug in hand. It's reason #476 why Woodson Bend is the happiest place on earth). Thankfully some ouch cream (Neosporin) and a princess band-aide made it all better.
Since the boat was so accessible, we spent quite a bit of time on it. It's more fun to boat with a group, but we still had fun with the three of us. We packed a lunch each day and the kids tubed and swam to their hearts' desire.
One day I suggested we take a nap on the boat. Nice idea but of course it didn't happen. The kids did try for me, though.
Probably the highlight of the week for the kids was getting a new golf cart. Kevin and I bought our electric cart four years ago and while it was nice, it has been finicky for at least three summers. And with the kids getting bigger, it's nearly impossible to ride on one golf cart together. So, we finally decided to trade in our electric cart for a gas powered one with a back seat.
The kids love the back seat and Warner enjoys the gas powered engine that goes faster than our old electric cart. Ha.
Although we had a great trip, I was ready to come home on Sunday. A week without Kevin's companionship and parenting help was about as much as I could handle. Unfortunately he leaves Thursday for the lake with more friends for another golfing weekend. He really owes me, huh?
I really don't know how single parents do it. Or those with husbands that travel. Seven days in I thought I would most certainly lose my mind. In fact, the VBS thing was a complete God-send. I was under the impression that Maren was too young to attend. So when I dropped off Warner Monday morning, I was surprised to learn that Maren could indeed attend, and they could sign her up right there on the spot.
As I left the church, I started crying. Real tears, people. That's how exhausted and weary I had become after one week alone with my children. As I thanked God for VBS I also thanked Him for Kevin's job that does not require travel. I would seriously be in the nut house right now if I had to do this alone.
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Glad you guys had fun, but I agree things are much more enjoyable when you have a husband to share it with. You did it, you did it,you did it, yeah! :)
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