A Full Three

And so, Son#3 turns 3.

We had a good day.

Son#1 had a rugby tournament, scored numerously and ended up in first place.

My mother and Son#2 tagged along with the husband, and later, Son#3  and I joined them.

Home.

Dinner.

Tomorrow beach, if the weather is good.

And I'm hoping, praying, for sleep.

My body is stressed and tired, with moods to match.

Sigh.

Sigh.

Long sigh.