(Re) Defining a Good Weekend.

3pm, Sunday afternoon.

House is CHAOS.

Groceries on the kitchen table.

Dishes in the sink.

Toys strewn over the floor.

Laundry piled in the bathroom.

J is outside, FINALLY attacking the shin-length grass with the mower.

O is asleep.

I am sorting through pictures to upload on our website.

Of the Children’s Museum we visited yesterday. Where O ran around and touched everything. And pushed buttons. And turned wheels. And opened boxes. And tasted (gross!) dinosaur bones. And ate lunch on a bench, watching a churning river. And played with Baby B.

Where J and O BOTH took naps when we got home, and Serenity got online and caught up on blogs, and played mindless face.book games, and RELAXED. Where she was so RELAXED that she went to bed at 8:30 last night.

And of the beach we visited this morning. Where O ran headlong into the waves this time. Where, even though he had a cold and we had no change of clothing for him (towels and diapers thank goodness!) J waded into the water with him. Where he giggled and giggled at the waves when the tide was coming in. Where he carried with him a piece of driftwood and used it to dig in the sand.

Where we came home and played in the pool after lunch, even though O was tired and fussy and starting to get a little feverish.

So.

Yeah. It’s going to be some work to clean up and then prepare for the week ahead. So it did take me a full two hours to get through the kitchen and prepare lunches and run laundry and fold laundry and clean the toys and clothes. And I’ve JUST now showered.

But.

It’s been a fantastic weekend.