Cabin Trip Day One

This is how the first day of our trip to the cabin went....

This morning I was roused from a peaceful slumber by Spencer thrusting his two fists in front of my not-yet-open eyes and querying me on what I saw. It was 7:06. He has an incredibly regular internal clock. I was confused by the question, but eventually said "rocks?" This was (of course) wrong. I still do not know what response he was hoping to elicit from me. At any rate, I got up, got the boys breakfast, went for a satisfying run, showered, and then started to finish (can I say that?) packing. We got on the road at 11:00. Trusting my unerring sense of direction, I began the drive without first consulting a map, though I did have the mapquest directions. I was following that route. Or so I thought. I noted that the route was taking me through smaller towns on ever smaller roads. However, when I reached a deadend, it became much harder to convince myself that I was still on the right track. I backtracked and eventually got back on course. The rest of the drive was pleasant and uneventful.

We got to the cabin around 2:30. It is very cozy (read small). It is clean. It is possible my tastes run to something a little fancier, but theboys immediately declared that they have a feeling this is going to be a great vacation. So with my heart melting, we unpack, take a walk around the grounds, swing on the swings and then decide to go for a swim. The boys love the swimming. The beach is cozy (read small), but sandy for a little ways. Luka is driving me crazy. She is constantly whining to go out and then to come back in. We have people directly next to us on both sides who seem wary of her and her foaming mouth (wimps). She wants to go in the water, but it is all weeds and boats in front of our cabin and I worry that the bathers on the beach would not welcome a shower from Luka as she shakes herself dry (again, wimps). I am wishing I had brought some sort of sedative for her. Honestly.

After swimming, the boys were running around between the cabin and the lake in front of our cabin when Spencer sat down and started to cry that he hurt his foot. I went to the dock and sat down next to him to ascertain whether he had gotten a splinter or stubbed his toe. However, almost immediately I felt a painful sting on my, let's say, bottom. And then a bee came out of my swim suit. How did it get inside? Good question. I obviously need to be more concerned about what people can see when I wear this swimsuit. At any rate, I heroically pick up Spencer and carry him to the cabin where I get ice for his bee sting. All the while I am suffering greatly. The ice did wonders for both of us though. I made dinner. We ate outside on the picnic table. The boys threw the frisbee and football around. Luka whined. And now you are up-to-date.