7:15 a.m. Make cream of wheat, pull clothes out of dryer and rouse sleepy kids for various sports practices and one game.
10:15: Pick up last child from sports practice, and enter loaded car for overnight trip to the lake.
11:00:Â Realize we should have stopped to take the time to pick up a book on tape from the library for the kids.Â Unable to agree on music that keeps peace.Â We still have more than two hours of driving ahead of us.
12:15: Now, we realize we didn’t pack any meat to cook. We stop for gas, and a trip to the grocery store for a steak.
12:59: Why is the last half hour the hardest part of the trip? This guy keeps hitting the kid on the left, and pinching another one.Â We tell him to stop; he can’t help himself; he can’t keep his smile off his face.Â And we only have a half and hour left to go…and, can I tell you, this agony is worse than childbirth.
1:30 or so: We arrive to greet a calm lake, and 80 degree temperatures under a clear sky.
2:00: Unpack, and because we’re so famished, pull out the jar of peanuts in the pantry and go crazy.
2:09: Turn on water in the house, and turn hot water heater from vacation mode to Hot.
2:15:Â The boat is out of the garage and back in the water. (We thought we were done so we put it away last time! Ha.)
3:00: I drive the boat so he can ski on the “glass” lake.
3:30:Â The boys are tubing
3:10: The boys discover that the frogs have grown quite a bit since the summer.
3:30: Start grill.Â The peanuts haven’t held us for long.
4:00: He grills the steak, and I decide that I am not going to steam the broccoli; after all, I’m at the lake.Â They can eat it raw.Â The kids actually liked it more.
4:15: Sit down to eat.Â Husband wants cooked broccoli.Â I give him that look that needs no explanation.
4:45:Â Bullfrog has been put back in the water now at least 5 times; he stays close to shore, against my son’s feet.Â The frog likes my son, a lot.Â Still, the frog tried to make a couple of get-aways.
4:50: The entire ensemble of lake clothes of shorts and t-shirts I’ve brought are now wet.Â Except for their PJs, they have no dry clothes.
5:00: Drive boat for him again, so he can ski on lake that is still like glass.
5:15: The boys do various things behind the boat.Â I think about going skiing; but change my mind.Â This, I never expressed verbally.
5:45:Â Bullfrog has now been moved to a sandbucket with water and weeds.Â There is no lid on top; but the bullfrog stays and doesn’t want to leave.
6:00 One son uses his tube to jump over his brother; while tubing.Â I do not have camera for this kodak moment.
6:15: Realize that I probably won’t sit on the deck and read; like I had imagined.
6:30: Uncle Bud and Aunt Joyce have completed their afternoon nap next door, and are all set to go fishing.
7:00:Â Gather sticks to start bonfire.Â I’m hoping bedtime is just around the corner.
7:10: BB Gun, target practice time.
8:00: I have successfully roasted and eaten a s’more… before my children.
8:12:Â Release bullfrog back to the water.
8:30:Â Uncle Bud and Aunt Joyce come in, and report they have caught 10 fish.Â They sit down at our awesome fire pit and have a s’more.Â What a privilege, really, to talk to them; they’ve both had an unexpected turn of good health. Bad health has kept them away most of the summer.
9:00:Â A first: kids are inside and getting ready for bed; before 10. Did we wear them out?
9:15:Â Way too tired to give the little ones showers; got by with brushing their teeth and washing their feet only.
10:47:Â I think I started to read; but the next thing I knew, it was 7:21 a.m.
7:21 a.m.: Pour Honey Bunches of Oats in a bowl for my first grader; made pancakes and eggs.
7:16 a.m. I notice the lake is stunningly beautiful; are those fog clouds, or is it steam coming off the water?Â I take lots of pictures.
7:45:Â Get dressed, between flipping pancakes, and throw wet clothes in a plastic bag to take home.
8:00:Â Make tea; and move packed bags out to car. Continuously tell kids to take their stuff to the car. They managed to ignore me fairly consistently.Â It’s a fine art they’ve cultivated.
8:15: The kids are fed, my husband is cleaning the bathroom, and the boys are outside playing, and I have this bright idea that I’m going to sit down and eat my breakfast; drink my tea, and read that book.Â It doens’t really happen quite like that. But I did gulp my tea down and stand up and eat my fried egg sandwich.
9:00:Â Shut off water, turn down hot water heater, and say Goodby to Uncle Bud and Aunt Joyce.
9:30:Â We’re off.
9:35:Â I thought we’d be spending the whole day at a service station; the tire pressure light came on; but that turned out to be minor; everything’s OK.
9:38:Â Remembered that XM Radio, 164, is old time radio. We listened to “Citizens of the World” about an attempt to save an airplane that was one its way down; the kids were postive it was Batman; whatever; it was Fred MacMurray, not Bruce Wayne. But, hey, whatever works.
10:00: The Alan Young Show was old-fashioned stellar.Â A guy named Ralph sent a married woman flowers; her husband’s name wasn’t Ralph.
10:15: I’m catching up on my reading; the reading I didn’t get to do at the lake.
12:30:Â We stop at Jersey Mike’s Sub’s for lunch.
12:45: We’re back on the respective soccer and football fields for a full day of play.
Dreaming of next weekend; when we’ll really have more than 24 hours.