Getting there

Well, we are getting there. Boxes are disappearing, nortles are finding new places to hide until the next time we move. I think that one of the worst things about moving is unpacking. Inevitably there are boxes that get left for months, or from what I understand from friends, sometimes years! That drives me crazy. Piles of papers, of stuff that most likely should be thrown away. That drives me crazy. Not finding my scissors-guess what? That drives me crazy!!! I know it will come together soon, I just know it.
Brian had an interesting experience with the fathers and sons outing this year. For those who don't know, once a year our church has a fathers and sons outing where they usually go camping all together. This year was Brian's first over-nighter with Charlie at fathers and sons. First of all, he didn't know that you had to hike into the campsite. Brian and I are car campers, TOTALLY. They had trucks that would pick up your stuff and take it to the campsite. So, he had to wait a half hour with a 4 year old for a truck to come. Then came the mile hike in, which was great. Charlie was totally excited wearing his little backpack that Mommy had packed for him. Charlie had a blast playing with his friends Nigel, Colton and Elias. He was in heaven! Brian put up their tent and had that all set. They went to bed at about 10:30 or so, after Brian realized that his flake of a wife didn't pack him a long sleeve shirt to sleep in. It was super cold, he even had Charlie in sleeper jams and a sweat shirt over that. Poor Bri slept in his flannel coat in a flannel lined sleeping bag. He wasn't happy. Brian never really slept that night, probably dozed here and there. Charlie woke up at 3 to go potty and was cold. Bri got him all settle in again. Well they were serving breakfast between 7 and 7:30. Do you think Charlie wanted to get up? NO WAY! He was cold and tired and just wanted to stay in his sleeping bag. Needless to say, they missed breakfast. Luckily I had packed them lots of fruit and some cereal to eat (Charlie doesn't usually like to eat different foods). They had a service project that was labeled for all ages. It was to clean up these little wooden platforms by sweeping and stuff (I'm not totally sure what Brian was talking about). He couldn't in any way get Charlie to help-not when he was playing pirates with his friends! No way! So, they left at about 11, (after a truck picked up their stuff) and hiked back down to the car. Did Charlie want to walk? Nope! Brian carried him on his back and shoulders the whole way. Brian was grumpy and tired when he came home-well, so was Charlie.
It was nice having some me time, I got a lot of things done with out the boys here. Although, it was way too quiet.