Last night we were all exhausted. Monkey spent the day at “sports camp” where (according to her) they only sat down for lunch and snacks. Pumpkin spent the morning volunteering at the SPARK Center, and those little kids really wore him out. As for me, I had no excuse, but was tired nonetheless.
Plus, it was so darn hot outside!
So we watched a movie on Netflix streaming: Bedtime Stories. It’s a fun movie, we were all very content, and I have happy memories of sitting around the living room and hanging out with the kids.
Is that so terrible?
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