Survival.

When Coffee left this morning, Oldest One and I sat down to play a game of World of Warcraft – not the online version, but the card version.

It was my first time ever playing one of these card games – the kind where you get killed or destroyed or sic your army on other people’s army – and although he kicked my ass, I apparently played “okay”.

Okay enough that he insisted we play another game before his brothers woke up. So we did. And he kicked my ass again.

After the other two awakened (and I silently cursed them for their late start to the day) we ate a quick breakfast and headed over the sledding hill to try to wear everyone out a little.

Up and down the hill over and over…

Our neighbour Rita has one of her grandsons (Michael) over every Sunday and he came out to sled with us too. He and Middle One got along quite well so..

..we invited him over for lunch. What’s one more kid when you already have the chaos of three, right?

After they finished eating (Kraft Dinner with hotdogs and a big mug of hot chocolate) they all suited up again and, without my company, they ran back to the hill to continue the racing.

Middle One just arrived back home, complaining that his brother was “yelling” and is now guzzling down a can of pop and chewing a candy cane.

Oh, how these poor boys’ lives are gonna’ suck when school starts and we’re eating healthier again!

The other two just came in the door, snowy and cold, and now I need to find a way to entertain them for the hours until Coffee comes home for dinner. Phew.

But I’m still alive. I WILL SURVIVE.