This past week, hubs and the two boys headed out with their Trail Life troop to the start of the James River, wherein they rented canoes and spent the next four days rowing and camping their way some 50 miles back to the car.
From all they said upon their return it was a fantastic trip. Youngest loved being able to go with "the big boys" as he is now in middle school (or will be when school kicks off) and thus moved up to the mid-level of the troop. Eldest said it wasn't too terrible having him along. Hubby said he was glad eldest is pretty self sufficient as he had to do quite a bit of helping of youngest (not surprising seeing as how this was the first major excursion of this ilk that youngest had ever embarked on.)
And me? I had four glorious days at home by myself.
Well, me and the Sleepy Pup. But he's a delightful little shadow content to lay on or near me. Very undemanding.
It was nice to not have to figure out food for picky palates. Or settle squabbles between teen and tween. Or wonder when, oh when, is Dad getting home so he can settle the squabbles.
I got quite a lot done on things that I struggle to do when regular life interrupts.
And I also found that living out here in the country now is...a challenge for me at night when I'm home alone. Hubby asked if I sat on the deck at dusk to watch the bats (he and I usually do this in the evenings) and no. No I did not. Because apparently I'm a big chicken. I locked the doors. Checked them thrice. And studiously ignored the fact that there was a big, dark forest out there outside my walls.
They've gone on single overnights before. So apparently it's just to do with it being a week? No clue, really.
Regardless, everyone survived and had fun and now the band is back together and we're all quite pleased with that happenstance, too.
Especially the pup.
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