the night of weird

It’s hard to find something to write about after a weekend of nothing exciting. We butchered the chickens we’d raised for meat. My freezer is very full and my neck very sunburned. Note to self: Standing with your back to the sun causes other problems not considered.

We’re planning a vacation. Possibly this weekend and next week, but I wouldn’t want to plan ahead too far. Packing for eight people, after all, is so simple. No need to get ahead of ourselves.

The kids got a slip and slide from Grandma and Grandpa. Eden wanted to send Pierce down it. She was rather insulted when I suggested he might not enjoy it.

Sterling woke up this morning and didn’t have his undies he’d gone to bed wearing. He has no recollection of getting up in the night, going potty, and laying down on the step to put them back on but falling asleep across the step instead. Blaine put him back to bed and Sterling remembers none of it.

Charlotte cried out in the night and when I got to the kids’ bedroom, she was crawling out from underneath the bunk beds. I haven’t figured out what on earth happened there.

So there you have it. It was the night of weird. Except, that’s pretty normal for around here. Now, back to work. I have seven loads of laundry to fold and put away, and another three to wash, dry, fold, and put away. It’s enough to make my head spin.