The trampoline is up! DH and I did not kill one another, which was a good thing, because the trampoline parts would have made hardcore weapons. Large metal hollow tubes.
We did not get the enclosure up. Far too time consuming to tackle at pert near dark in the rain.
Tomorrow morning, yoga at 9am, be there, or be unable to wear a swimsuit for the rest of my life. After, I promised The collective a swim, if I can move, it has been a while.
Procured DH's Father's Day gift. (Do not open the trunk, we did not wrap it yet)
I mailed a friend a book, forgot the netflix, and got bills mailed.
Registered the Collective for VBS.
While other children in the neighborhood are away at posh summer camps, I am operating some sort of enslavement camp for my kids. They are sure to write a book about me.
Came home and the three of us washed the deck.