It is Friday evening. Scott has been at Boy Scout camp since early Monday morning. I am tired. I know, he is the one camping, but I am tired. Maybe he is tired too. He will get back sometime between 12 and 5 tomorrow.
I guess this time around it is a little easier. After all, I am not home alone 8 months pregnant with a 2 year old, 4 year old and 9 year old. Or home with an 11 month old, and kids ages 3, 5 and 10. This year Brennen is at camp with Dad, and Dustin is home to help me (when he is home). And the little kids are older now (8, 6, and almost 4).
But they still wear me out. I don't know how single parents do it . . .
(By the way, Scott's arm is pretty much back to normal. He has almost has full range of motion and is back to his active lifestyle, which includes scouting).