When I got married to Faith, she was a writer who liked photography…
Being the exceptional woman she is , in between squeezing out our two sons and generally taking care of everything and everyone she has turned her hobby into quite the successful business which takes her off to various locations to take photos of various people. A happy by-product of her success is boy weekends – of which the one just gone was one.
A boy weekend can be bigger, rougher and less healthy in every way than a typical weekend. It usually involves fire (mostly planned), climbing, movies and pizza. This weekend was no exception.
The last full boy weekend was a few months ago and I quickly learned that the energy levels of the boys has significantly increased. They are rougher, faster and more obsessed with risk than ever. They climb higher, punch harder and sleep less. Oh and they are always hungry. They want snacks on the way to get snacks. It’s impressive.
The wet weekend meant the playground was deserted and as Faith had the car we had hours of fun climbing age-inappropriate equipment usually occupied by big kids. It was wet, it wasn’t fall-free but it was a lot of fun.
Naptime and Netflix were the saviours when we’d run out of energy and by Sunday evening the sweetest sound we were all ready to hear was the sound of Mummy’s keys in the front door.
I love our boys weekends, but I won’t be disappointed if the next one doesn’t happen for a few months. I need some time to recover.
