You know those morning where you go to get up and every joint cracks as your body weight is lifted from the mattress and is supported by your skeleton?
Then you go to bend over to put your socks on and can’t believe how far away your foot is.
When all you want is a cup of coffee with a little extra punch.
As you drink that coffee wondering, why in the world you played so hard all weekend to return to the work week exhausted and sore everywhere.
If you have experienced that type of morning it simply means it was a great weekend.
I am currently going through that right now and I am so happy to feel this rough. It means I spent the weekend making memories that will last a lifetime.
It means that I have a week of recovery before I ultimately will do it again next weekend.
Those mornings, for me, mean I am alive and feeling wonderful.
Here is a quick look at what we did all weekend as a family.
28 holes of disc golf
our son making do with what we had while waiting for his new kayak to arrive
Add in a few not so fun chores, like oil changes and yard work and I would say it was a very productive and fun weekend. Finding time these days to spend as a family is hard. This particular weekend we did everything together and it was great.