There are only a handful of weekends a year when it’s just Momster and the Boys. This is one of them. SuperDad is off at a couple big bike races in the MidAtlantic until late Sunday evening. These weekends are always funny for everyone involved but all-in-all, they’re awesome. What’s on the docket? Well, I’ve never been great at getting things organized so we sort of shoot from the hip. Normally our weekends are jam packed with bike races, runs, trips, soccer or work … or most likely a combination of those things.
Here’s what I know for sure:
– We will wake up EARLY … regardless of bedtime… even if it’s pushing midnight when our collective heads hit the pillow, we’ll be catching the first cartoons of the morning during the 6 o’clock hour
– We will need to cover off on the standard weekend chore list including laundry, dishes, general house pickup, etc.
– Of course there will be a decent amount of Super-Sweat-Time — AKA playing outside in the yard until we have successfully achieved the maximum tolerable level of sweating (which is a meter that I maintain control over as it’s not the boys who can’t handle the sweat!)
Side note — unlike just about everyone in this town here in NC, we’re not members of a pool and I refuse to venture to the public pools until later in the summer when the novelty has worn off (so you don’t have to wait in line to put your feet in the low end) and we didn’t get the lawn mowed this week so it’s not exactly “blow-up pool friendly” conditions in the back yard. I know, I know, Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance (The 5 P’s of life courtesy of the best high school history teacher in the world.) This being the case, finding something at all enjoyable to do outside is next to impossible after about 8:30 AM.
Saturday is just drawing to a close and we’ve covered most of the mandatories. Tomorrow I’m hoping for a breakfast picnic at the local gardens (a Dunkin Donuts breakfast picnic of course) and if I can wrangle myself out of bed early enough, a short run on the ‘mill in the 5 o’clock hour would be fantastic!
May the sun be three shades less penetrating tomorrow because you know it’s stupid hot when your 3 year old asks to turn back 5 minutes into the walk because it’s so FREAKING miserable! And I’d like my picnic iced coffee to last longer than 6 minutes!