I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think I’m on the downhill side of the toddler stage. The beginning of the sweet spot. Don’t get me wrong, there are still tantrums and a lot of whining, but my kids are FINALLY entertaining themselves.
I have always had fond memories of my cabin. It was an escape as a child. Not that children really need an escape but it was the best part of summer. It was secluded far back into the Rocky Mountains in the Sawtooths. It wasn’t one of those cabins where everyone went to a time share on a paved road and enjoyed the ruggedness of only 3 channels on the TV. We had no pluming, it was all dirt roads, and all the electricity and pluming we had was from a generator we had in back. It wasn’t exactly roughing it, seeing that it was still a cabin, but it was away enough from civilization that you could feel free again.