I have quite a bit of backtracking to do this fall. I've blogged about homeschooling, but probably neglected to say how worn out and unmotivated I am as a result of it.
My house is a mess and all I want to do at the end of a day is curl up on the couch with my remote control in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and get affectionate with my DVR.
Needless to say, blogging fell a bit down the priority list, but I do feel quite accomplished that my men have clean undies.
Anyhoo, about a month ago, my in-laws, who have chosen the names "Hunca Munca and Pop Pop" came for a long weekend visit from the great state of Pennsylvania.
For some time now, Hunca Munca has been pushing to go on a certain adventure.
We live in the green, treed mountains, but there are portions of our state that are dry, barren desert.
120 miles away, to be exact.
And she wanted to take my men there.
What's a geode, you ask? Go here to find out.
Luckily for me, this wasn't a trip that our little Squirt would enjoy. So, I got the pleasure of staying home with him for the day (essentially by myself when you consider his nap).
The day, although long, was profitable in terms of geodes. I think The Hunter counted 148 in their two full buckets that they brought home.
As an added bonus, they stopped to see an original United States Pony Express station. Which was also in the middle of nowhere.
They all came home ten hours later, dirty, exhausted, and full of stories
Now, what to do with the 148 geodes????