I can confirm the shit show eased. The boys all returned safely with a very average fish each to weigh in. No prizes were won. I remained the Secretary even though I didn’t want the job any longer. The weather remained overcast and dull.
The hilarity of the weekend was caused by Miss 12.My daughter and I watched Happy Gilmour 2 and on the boys return we decided to venture to the pub for dinner. There was a League game on and so the pub was fairly busy. As the lovely waitress bought us our meals balancing them on her arm Miss 12 decided to demonstrate the Golf Swing out of the movie. Somehow that waitress managed to capture the flying plate as it was knocked out of her hand, save the burger and only a few chips landed on the floor.
Miss 12 was so embarrassed and the boys gave her shit about it for the rest of the night. No harm done…thank goodness.
As we travelled home on the Sunday, Hubby and I reflected on the weekend. It was good, but it wasn’t great. We didn’t feel rested, relaxed or like we connected with friends. It was an odd feeling. We were grateful for the quality time with the kids and friends but we felt it had lacked the usual fun. Probably a reflection of the crazy week we had leading up to it. I felt as though I needed a weekend at home to recover from the weekend away. Sometimes it’s a bit like that and that is okay.
