So while Todd was busy doing this-
I already wrote about the all day fun the kids and I had on Grace's birthday on Friday. It was a great time and we stayed up far too late but slept in a bit the next day to try and make up for it. But we didn't sit around for very long.
The weather was hovering close to 80 and it was sunny. A perfect day to go to the Farmers' Market. We had not been there the entire summer and on Saturday it was going to be double the fun because Earth Fest was also being celebrated at the same park.
The weather was finally hot enough to take the kids swimming but, unfortunately, a thunderstorm was rolling in. I was pretty disappointed as I watched the radar and the storm front moved closer and closer. I guess this just isn't the summer of swimming we had hoped for. We've only managed to get to our favorite inland lake two times this year and both times the weather was just barely warm enough to allow us to swim without shivering.
I decided that despite the less than optimal weather we WERE going to go swimming after all. The kids had been so well behaved at the farmers' market that I decided to take them to our city's indoor water park. Needless to say the kids were thrilled with the decision.
For 8 hours straight the kids swam and played, went down slides, played basketball in the water, floated on the lazy river, and sat in the hot tub. By the time we left for home it was well past dinner time and the kids were exhausted. They could barely keep their heads up at the dinner table and there may have been a few tired tears.
Of course, food can work miracles and by the time they were done eating they were feeling more normal.
It was a good weekend despite Todd being gone. It was a great weekend despite exhausted kids that turned moody and whiny at the drop of a hat. It was a fantastic weekend despite my mood swings, temper tantrums, and frantic need to fit in more fun before summer comes to an abrupt halt.
It really was a memorable weekend. The kind of weekend that makes you forget about all the bad little things that may have happened and only remember the warm, fuzzy moments. And that is the best kind of weekend. What more can you ask for?