lots of laundry getting done (but not all of it),
a few meals cooked ahead of time,
a bit too much yelling,
lists made and lost a few times,
running in and out the door, up and down stairs
lots of questions asked
lots of kids waiting for answers that never came
lots of momentarily spacing out
thoughts of curling in a ball and mumbling incoherently
finding of clothes that no one else could seem to locate
outfits stuffed into backpacks and baskets
7 kids piling in the van, screaming YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
A big white van driving 2 miles down the street
one discombobulated mom behind the wheel trying to ignore the still screaming kids
We got to our campsite about 9:30pm (Tom and the boys had set up the tent the day before). I pulled the mattresses out of the popup and started setting up the beds. The whole time the kids were asking...are we done yet? Can we go play now? Can I go to X's campsite? Can I go do X? With me responding...in a minute, in a minute, in a minute. Finally I was satisfied we'd be able to at least climb into bed when it was time. I buckled Danielle into her stroller and we set off down the road to see who was there and what was going on. We found D and her family sitting outside their trailer around a bonfire and stopped a few minutes. D's kids were heading into bed and relaxing for a few minutes made my kids realize they were pretty tired too. We headed back to the campsite, cleaned up for bed and hit the sack...literally.