Ok, I expected it to be a little crazy taking the kids by myself to the hot, sandy beach, but it proved to be a little bit more than I could handle! It wasn’t so bad getting to the beach and spending the time there, as it was leaving.
I struggled (to put it mildly) to carry everything – seems like when you leave the beach, there are so many more things to carry than when you arrived. Am I right? Baby tent, beach chairs, towels, sheets, cooler, beach bag, food, and, of course, baby Jack. And I had a three-year old lagging behind, crying that there was sand in her flipflops! Of all things! Poor girl was just devastated that she was on the beach and she had sand in her shoes!
And it was HOT! We figured everyone was probably sitting there laughing at us as we slowly made our way to the car. That’s ok though. We had a few good Samaritans who tried to help. But mostly, they just stared.
Oh, and the worst part was that I forgot Avery’s backpack full of clothing at home, so I had to buy a swimsuit for her at full price that was super-ugly metallic gold. Oh, and also 2 sizes too big. I was desperate. The bottoms kept falling off her little tush, so I just put a pull-up on her. By the end of the day, it was so saggy, soggy, sandy, and SAD! The other parents on the beach probably thought she was some sort of lost child who didn’t have a mommy. Or at least a mommy who knew how to dress a child properly for the beach.
Oh, well, we survived and I have absolutely no reason to complain!! Live and learn, my friends.
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On another random note, lately I’ve been feeling like I’m on the cusp of some sort of creative creation of some kind, but I just don’t know what yet. I know, that probably made no sense. I don’t really know how to explain it, but it’s like all the creative juices are exploding in my mind and I have yet to put them in order.
Hopefully I’ll figure it out. More to come!