You go your way, I'll go my way

This post is misdated actually last night's post that I wrote in my head while I was up many times (stopped counting at 6) with sick Mr. B.  I am so thankful it is his first cold, but this means he had no clue how to cope; not that any kiddo really does.  So, in my head I wrote to all of you about my compromise this weekend.  Since telepathic blogging has not yet been invented, I am writing this during nap time today instead. 

Mr. B's very bad day (see post from Sunday August 28) had a compromise between the dynamic tired parenting team.  D did an environmental project cleaning up a local river with a group that does this as a long time project and I took care of Mr. B on his very bad day. 


The Compromise:  I do all of the household and kiddo duties on a Sunday (right after a family late night, so everyone is tired and off schedule) while husband D goes on a float trip canoeing to pick up trash.

The Sweet Reward:  No pie for breakfast :( but I did get to feel like I somehow did my part in bettering our little corner of the planet by watching Benjamin and giving up a family day so my D could volunteer.  Oh and the second part of the reward is that I did my duty without having to smell like a river...sorry D, but God Job!!! 

Here is the bragging (Is it bragging if I did none of the actual heavy labor?...Let's compromise and call it bragging by proxy) picture of their trash haul this year.

Yes, that is 43 tires!!!  Impressed?