Trampolines and Super-Soakers

I have made my way through the 2 days of travel to get back to PEI safe and sound. As always, my trip back home was way too short and I didn't get to spend near enough time with everyone. Some of my favourite memories of this trip seem to revolve around trampolines, super-soakers (aka, awesome water guns!) and at one point, both at the same time. Here are some examples:

1) Going to my friend's son's 6th birthday party where the majority of his gifts were giant water guns. One even had a water pack that you wear on your back to hold extra ammo. Six kids all screaming and spraying each other with water is always entertaining.

2) Chris getting involved in this chaos. At one point he got cornered by the kids (one even had the hose) so he thought that jumping on the trampoline would be a good way to dodge the spray. Nope. All this created was him getting beaten down by the kids as they all circled around the trampoline and sprayed him from every side. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

3) Jer came over one day while I was making supper and he had in his arms 5 (yes 5) brand new water guns that he had just bought. Him, Chris and Cadance all had a battle in the yard, until she started crying because she thinks it's OK for her to spray everyone else but it's the end of the world if she gets wet. That's when I stepped in. In between my oven timers I would run down to the backyard and grab my gun to partake in the fun. I was soaked in less than 5 minutes. I think my retaliation was pretty good though.

4) One day I went to Sarah's with Chris and Cadance. Splash managed to break out of the yard and met up with us half way down the street on the way to Sarah's new house (did I mention she moved to a house in the same neighbourhood as my parents??!!) While at the house, Chris was bouncing on the trampoline with the kids when Splash started to get nervous about what was happening on the large bouncy device they were all on. So she jumped up on it. I never ever would have guessed that she would have stayed on as long as she did. She bounced and wagged her little doggie tail for a good few minutes before she decided that it was too effed up for her. I was very proud of her bravery.

It was a really emotional trip and leaving BC was a very difficult feat this time. My dad is having heart surgery next week and it nearly killed me to leave. I am still wondering why I left and I feel extreme guilt for not staying. Also, it was the first time I have ever traveled back to PEI when I really didn't have to. Normally I am in BC for a short visit then head back to the island to start another semester of school. Now that school is over I couldn't help but ask myself, "why am I going back?" I have had offers from cousins in both Calgary and Victoria of going and staying with them while I search for a "real world job", as I like to call it. Where I go from here depends on the job market and whether or not I can stay away from my dad for any length of time.



I hate making decisions. Truly.