Who said Friday's can't be as much fun as Saturdays?
After a late night working, waking with the 11-month-old at 5am, a headache, sore throat, and multiple phone calls and emails, The Husband and the best idea ever: "leave" work early and head to the beach (metaphorically leave the office of course, I was working from home).
Really, all he would have had to do was wink at me suggestively and I would have done anything he said--but the beach? He was sent to me by a God, I am sure if it. Faster than fast, I sent those few more e-mails, collected swim suits for all involved, towels, snacks, sun tan lotion, and a whole lot of sand toys and we were off.
It was excellent. No crowds. Excellent afternoon weather. Warm water. And my daughter completely enamored with the idea of a gigantic bath tub OUTSIDE. She didn't know what to do with herself. Much like The Kiddo, that could barely step out of his sandal and T-shirt to bound into the water.
Sadly, I'll admit this is our first beach trip this summer. And it's August. And I'm the worst parent ever to not get into the fun of all of this until now. But dammit, I've been busy. But dammit, we're doing it again. Maybe tomorrow. Or next weekend. Or sometime. It was just heavenly. Even with the headache that just won't go away. And the sore throat that is hanging tight. But it was nothing a little sun couldn't make me ignore for a couple hours this afternoon.
Mark my words... best Friday ever.
Really, all he would have had to do was wink at me suggestively and I would have done anything he said--but the beach? He was sent to me by a God, I am sure if it. Faster than fast, I sent those few more e-mails, collected swim suits for all involved, towels, snacks, sun tan lotion, and a whole lot of sand toys and we were off.
It was excellent. No crowds. Excellent afternoon weather. Warm water. And my daughter completely enamored with the idea of a gigantic bath tub OUTSIDE. She didn't know what to do with herself. Much like The Kiddo, that could barely step out of his sandal and T-shirt to bound into the water.
Sadly, I'll admit this is our first beach trip this summer. And it's August. And I'm the worst parent ever to not get into the fun of all of this until now. But dammit, I've been busy. But dammit, we're doing it again. Maybe tomorrow. Or next weekend. Or sometime. It was just heavenly. Even with the headache that just won't go away. And the sore throat that is hanging tight. But it was nothing a little sun couldn't make me ignore for a couple hours this afternoon.
Mark my words... best Friday ever.
Labels: Happiness, life, me, parenting, The Husband, The Kiddo, The Peanut, working
