To be fair, we poured it on all weekend long. Here are the stats:
Games coached by Mr. D: 2
Practices coached by Mr. D: 4
Games played by Mr. T: 4
Practices attended by Mr. B: 2
Practices attended by Mr. G: 3
Games won by the home team: 5
Sunburned arms: 6
Kids injured by falling through a sunroof on a shed whilst jumping onto a trampoline (NOT ON MY WATCH): 1 (thankfully no bones got broken and Mr. B's tetanus shots are up-to-date)
Flower beds cleaned up: 5 1/2
Wheelbarrows full of yard waste composted: 20 at last count
Square feet of yard raked: don't know, but it's a lot
Loads of wash hung on line: 4
Burgers consumed by Team Testosterone: at least 12
I'm kind of thankful for a rainy day to nudge me back indoors. Between sitting at the park/diamond and all the yard work/spring chores, it feels good to run a mop across the floor and type on a keyboard.
The weirdest thing that happened all weekend was while setting up a rain barrel. I had to scrabble in the dirt to try and level it before setting in some bricks on which to place the barrel. Whilst digging away I discovered a tiny black star--the black star awarded to someone upon passing their first degree black belt test. The black star that Mr. T's been asking me to find or replace so I could sew it onto his karate pants for about...oh...5 years now. Well, I told him I'd get around to it. Just never expected to find it in the dirt below a rain gutter.
Spill it, reader. Give us a few of your weekend stats.