I thought everyone would be anxious to leave right after getting up this morning, but that was not the case.
We ate a hearty breakfast together:
And then we all just sat around.
In our own little worlds, together.
I have this insecurity. About being not-fun.
And when we're all together, I make sure there are beds/bedding/towels for everyone. And then meals. Make sure I've got lots of meat. And potatoes. And not too many vegetables.
And chocolate. The good kind.
And beverages. Some fruity. Some not.
And a second supper. With meat.
And maybe something to do. (Lego this year. Doodle Art or new games in past years.)
But I worry about being boring.
My dad would have come up with something exciting. Probably dangerous. And likely borderline illegal.
So while we're all sitting around, completely relaxed and totally comfortable, I'm thinking to myself, "I should have thought of something. Something cool. Manly. Fun. Awesome. Why do I suck at this? They're bored. They probably all want to take off. They'll never want to come up here again. I should get married to a fun guy. Someone who knows how to add excitement to an event. Someone who...Oh get real, woman."
And then the army shows up and does training exercises just off our shore.
And if that isn't exciting, I don't know what is.
Haha. My kids didn't care enough to get off their respective couches.
So maybe they were fine being lazy? Maybe laid back, boring weekends with their mom is OK? Maybe this is exactly what they needed?
The younger ones left at around 3,
Clint and I stayed til 7:30.
I am so thankful that my dad and mom built that place.