Yeah, three kids all to myself.
I'd whine, but I had fun.
Friday I did some recovery work when the kids were all in bed.
Saturday was crappy. I drive for three hours to a cottage, arriving at 11am. Cops were everywhere. I drove the speed limit and listened to my book. I got there to find out my parents were not coming to help me move a dock. So, I got my middle child to look after the youngest and I went and moved a dock by myself. Not a big deal.
|My arrow was the one in the meat, obvs.|
As a reward, the middle child and I did some archery out in the woods together. The little one was there, behind us, climbing trees and generally being good. I got to shoot a 50 lb compound bow. My middle child got to shoot their own bow for the first time. It was pretty cool.
After that though, we drove home the three hours. I just didn't want to be at a cottage with two little ones just yet. Next time.
Sunday was a lazy day, sort of. I got a lot of my gardening done. Mowed the lawn, picked the weeds, generally got things done around the house. At the end of the day, I got a fair stretching session done. My flexibility sucks.
Monday, more of the same, except with doing dishes. Nothing else, though.