The weekend ended sooner than it should have. It was big. It was loud. It was hot. It was fun -- the Gregory's house at Possum Kingdom Lake remains one of my favorite places anywhere.
The little cousins played hard, and on Saturday afternoon, the big cousins played harder during the Sip-N-Swim. There was skiing and tubing, too (safely before/after the sip).
I won't mention the 220 mile journey home with four children. But WTF? Why don't kids sleep in the car?
And now it's Monday before 9 a.m. Hank the dog has been in a fight with another dog. He's recuperating inside now. The painters are here. I'm not sure where to sit or what to do.
I know we should've stayed at the lake. Indefinitely.