Well, Memorial weekend has come and gone, and information technology feels like summertime has already descended on Virginia in full forcefulness.

After the absolutely miserable wintertime we had I really shouldn't mutter, then bring on the heat, grilling, and m work!

Friday I got a bit of a bee in my bonnet and woke upwardly knowing that I had to build this shelving unit right. this. minute! Why? Why couldn't I wait until Saturday when Ant would be habitation to help? I asked myself that a dozen times every bit I drug both kids all over Lowe'due south, hauled everything dwelling, and then realized that I had mis-measured the wall (darn insulation!) and had to cut one-half my boards iii inches shorter…

with a paw saw. Because I'm crazy, that'southward why.

Saturday we realized that the grass Emmet planted a few weeks ago wasn't sprouting, so we had to dig up and rake the whole yard again, put down new topsoil, and then re-seed…Did I mention Again? Hopefully the stuff takes this fourth dimension, or these kids are gonna be playing in a big ol' patch of dirt for the rest of the summer. I too gave in to Pismire's very manly pouting and finally permit him buy a grill as an early Begetter's Twenty-four hour period present. Don't tell him, but I'yard secretly hoping this volition get me out of cooking dinner for most of the summer. Sneaky!

Sunday nosotros repeated our trip from concluding year, and spent the solar day at Sandy Point beach with my Dad. Looks like this might be a new family unit tradition – Our "Mommy hates sand simply agrees to let the kids play in it for a single twenty-four hour period" Memorial Twenty-four hours trip to the embankment.

Yikes, Look at those roots!

As well known as the day where Mommy will bath the entire family in sun block, but accidently forget a modest patch of her own body. And even though she lives under the umbrella, that spot will become horribly sunburned and crusade her immense pain for the next week.

Yup, those shins. Y'all can already see them pinking up in the picture. I purposely wore long pants to forestall the burn, and even remembered to balm the tops of my feet! Simply when I rolled upward my jeans to go along them out of the sand, my encephalon was already on vacation.

A few hours later, my shins matched my hair, and there was no going back.

I spent near of Monday morning lying on the burrow slathered in aloe, and whimpering every time I had to stand up. If you've ever suffered from shin splints, that is exactly what this sunburn feels like! Stabbing pains of sucky-ness. It couldn't stop be from washing seven loads of laundry, and cleaning half the business firm though. Cuz I'm hardcore like that. Just don't enquire me to expose my tender mankind to a shower. 😉

How did you lot all spend your holiday weekend?

Anyone sharing my hurting?

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