I Already Want To Take A Nap Tomorrow πŸ˜΄

Saturday 2nd-

 
Pro and I headed to the airport to pick up Mike at 10:30 am.

I know it sounds a tad pathetic, but I didn’t want to drive 😏

I haven’t drove once my entire time in Holland and I never even liked driving in Prince Albert before that.
We only have trucks at home so attempting to park the larger vehicle and such, freaks me out😬
But a dislike of driving has to run in my genes because my nanny never drove her whole life, my mom didn’t care about getting her drivers and she eventually got it around age 18/19 same as me.
That explained, I didn’t want my first experience back on the road to be in Saskatoon a little bit busier place, in my parents new truck πŸ˜‹

Finally he arrived, feeling a bit more rested then even he himself had expected after his unexpected overnight in a Calgary airport hotel.

We quickly headed into Costco to return some stuff for mom, checked a landscape store to see if they had small gravel like mom wanted for the area in our yard now lacking a garden pond and then headed home.

Stopping at Hague to grab some Chester Fried potato wedges and chicken πŸ˜πŸ—
(Every time we drive past there, Mike has to say something about how odd it is that we have a Hague here in Sask. when there is one in Holland as well.)

Once we were officially home it was soon nap time.
Getting up around 3:00 to get ready to head over to camp with Mom, Dad, Pro and the girls.

I got to open up a quite uniquely packed Pandora charm Michiel had brought for me on the drive over, a little windmill to represent Holland.


Since Josh isn’t here at the moment, the extra set of slightly stronger hands was appreciated in helping with the girls.

No longer the proper European but now a backpack carrying, car seat toting, hand holding uncle πŸ˜πŸ˜‹

Mike had many to talk to and tell about work, travel and married life so I soon lost him to the people 😜

Pro, Mike, the girls and I left part way through that evenings service.
Between the lights being off so the screen could be read, stifling heat, over tired kids and a jet lagged Mike, it was time to go get some real rest.

A bedtime snack of chicken fingers followed by canned cinnamon buns was preparedπŸ˜‹πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

Mom and Dad got back home just in time to help eat it and then it was off to bed, knowing an early morning was waiting.

 

 

 
Sunday 3rd –

 
Sunday morning service was to begin by 8:30 am since the camp had to be cleaned up and cleared out by noon.

That morning I had taken an allergy pill and though non drowsy the effect was as drowsy as it gets 😴
I was falling asleep during the song service and it feels very odd to be singing one minute and then blinking slowly, trying to comprehend what word you should even be saying the next πŸ˜‹

It was agreed on meeting some others in town for lunch but in the meantime there was enough of a gap in-between to go home, have a nap and change into comfy clothing before heading there.

At Montana’s we met up with friends and enjoyed an afternoon of food and visitingπŸ‘«πŸ½


We had planned on driving out of town to visit more that evening but by the time that decision came, we decided that we were too tired 😁

We went back to the house around 3:00 and I slept until 7:30, Mike until 8:30 😳
I figured I should wake him up for a short bit before it was time to go back to bed.

I wrote and eventually the others made it home and a small bit of chatting took place before bedtime πŸ˜ŠπŸ’€

(When I took another allergy pill and slept soundly the whole night, despite the 5 hours or so slept throughout the day, I now know what to use as a sleeping pill if needed πŸ˜œπŸ’Š)

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