My last post was all “tra-la-la, summer is amazing and wonderful and hot and we go to the pool every day! I love life!”
We’re on day, I don’t know, 7, maybe?, of rain. It feels like 87. And there’s no end in sight.
The boys are coming up with new and more dangerous ways to pass the time. This is Bennett, Jack Henry and their friend Connor, aka my beloved fourth child, playing some game in the basement that resembles jumping in a leaf pile.
Send help. Or maybe just some good tequila.