I woke up today with something in me. Something . . . busy.
At 6 I was dressed for running and revving up my ipod when Dave whispered through his pretend sleep something about being on vacation, like, you know, vacation. I went anyways.
After my first run in a week I came in the door, drank some water, and asked who was ready for swimming.
Again, Dave looked at me. He then mumbled something about the pool possibly having hours . . . bah humbug. That 'no swimming' before 8 a.m. thing doesn't really apply to us, we have keys!
So the kids wiped the sleep out of their eyes and Dave wiggled into his suit just to please me. At the pool Dave and I tried to swim laps (not that we can swim properly, but we tried). He, ahem, has signed us up for something at the end of August that I will need to swim for. After this swim session, it has been verified, that yes, we are going to drown.
With our new found depression over our lack of swimming skills we decided to sulk at the beach. Dave was a good parent who jumped in the water, built sand castles, and swam to a floating dock with the kids. Me, well, I held down the towels. Teamwork worked out for me today.
We slid home exhausted, ate lunch, and laid everyone down for naps.
Grandpa showed up and snagged Dave away from his sleeping position on the couch to be his golfing partner. Glad it was him going back into the sun and not me, I happily sent him on his way.
Upon their return from golf we split up. Dave, Grandpa, and the big kids went onto the boat while Trent and I searched the town for anything cute that we couldn't live without. It turned out that Trent was the only thing I couldn't live without because he is all I came home with.
We chowed ribs and corn on the lawn, jammied up the kids, and put them all to bed.
One more day vanished.
