We had been holed up at drum practice on Wednesdays so we had to miss our regular meetings with G,K&T, which was sort of a bummer. I enjoy G&K's company and the kids really jive, so I really wanted to reschedule our drum lessons. However, that was not so simple, and as hard as I tried, we were locked in.
Then, a brief ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, and a 2:30 slot opened up. Life was good. What's cool is simply by starting one half hour earlier, it opens up more possibilities to do things in the afternoon, not to mention miss most of the bad traffic in W. Leb.
We thus restarted our Wednesday playdate, and it was good. I hadn't planned on spending too much time outside, whereas G wanted to cut down some trees, so I ended up helping him and freezing my butt off. We actually didn't do that much hard work, I think it was more like routine maintenance and quality guy time talking about manly things like sports and trees.
What amazes me is that the kids play for nearly five hours, and they still kick and scream when it's time to leave. A testament to a good time. I'd made a quiche, which in retrospect doesn't serve the manly image I strive so hard to achieve too well, but what are you going to do? Since we started getting fresh eggs from our neighbor, I don't know what to do with them. And he wanted to sell me two dozen each week.
Wednesdays are good, too, because R has yoga, and she gets home late. We end up getting home about the same time, and by then, it's time to get the kids into bed, though when I watch them curling up in a warm, comfortable bed, I'm green with envy. I'm so tired by that point.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Andrew Cooper for the pic.