Petersberg and busy

Another town and another whirlwind! We arrived around 5pm and headed for pizza, afterwards Fynn and Opa reeled in some herring.

The first day was devoured by the forestay replacement. Dad was a huge help in the morning, working right up till he left to catch their flight. Then came Tor and Jess and soon  enough the whole job was done- amazing! Jess and I went crazy inside all day with the four kids.  The  weather was  dreary and we felt stuck, waiting to be called ‘on deck’ to lend a  hand. It was draining. Of course the men were tired too, with the physical labour and such, but they at least have a huge accomplishment to show for it. Us mom have little more then mess and dishes and kids wanting more from us. The kid were literally bouncing off the walls in the boat so we planned a swim day for tomorrow. The highlight was the pizza dinner. Called the Kitchen sink, it came with about 2 inches of toppings and a plastic kitchen sink on top. The kids loved that.

“Do you ever feel like you cram too much into one day?” Jess asks me as she finds me at the laundry mat.  I am wrestling with the clothes in the dryer, always tricky with a baby on the front. Jess immediately lends a hand and pulls out my clothes. Grateful,  I step back and bounce Bowen, cranky from hanging sideways before Jess came to  my aid. “Yes, yes I do.” It was 11am and already I done 6 loads of laundry, walked to town to find more laundry quarters, gone shopping, and Kolby had cleaned up from the forestay job and washed the boat. “Meet you in  20 minutes to go to the pool?” “Yep” We were at the pool for just over an hour, then it was time to go. We had to fuel up and hit Wrangall Narrows at slack water by 2 pm. Going through the narrows the beauty was lost on us. We were all exhausted. Fynn fell asleep in Kolby’s lap  and we were snarling at each other. By the time we rafted with Yare we had settled and took in a lovely evening, with only one mishap. Just as we had set the outside table, Fynn leaned her weight on the folding leaf and it collapsed, sending plates and child smashing to the cockpit floor. Although bleeding from several small cuts, it didn’t take much to clean her up and we enjoyed our Baha style fish tacos on the more secure indoor table after that.