The day of the manhunt in Boston for the Marathon Bombers, everyone was stir crazy from being cooped up. Around 4:45p, I get a text "Want to come over. We'll order pizza, make margaritas and the kids can at least thump on each other instead of us." Done. Out the door and across the street we went for some sanity on an insane day.
If it's a Friday, and the weather is nice, then it's usually drinks & dinner across the street at our neighbor's great deck and yard. The kids run around and tire each other out while the parents get some catch up time. We bring our meat to throw on the grill and then everyone pitches in a little something else.
Some nights, to keep the kids rolling on somewhat of a schedule, things end up like this!
|Glowsticks in the bathtub!|
This past Sunday, after Dave & I completed the Tough Mudder, we were exhausted.
Thank god for our neighbors!