J.C. was heading to Snowshoe for Memorial Day weekend, so a couple weeks before his trip, I thought to myself, "Why should he be the only one to go away? I deserve a vacation too." I found a reasonably priced condo, booked it, and assembled my travel mates...
Elise, age 10, an emotional, dramatic, moody tween
Nina, age 8, the instigator of most sibling battles
Addison, age 4, the fiercely independent child who is very good at being four
Mom, a woman I love dearly but we are way too much alike. Give us a couple days together, and we both get snippy. To be fair, I think I'm the main one who gets snippy.
Dad, my poor dear old father who is nearly blind, "deaf as a post" (his words, not mine), and more high maintenance than all three of my kids put together.
My mom called me "brave". J.C. called me "insane". I wasn't really sure who was right.
I put the naysayers in their place though. Even with the obvious potential for vacation disaster, we had a ball! The beach is my happy place.
We did handstands on the beach ("we" being defined as everyone under age 12 in this case),
dug holes in the sand and sat in them,
played in the waves,
jumped in the pool,
went out for fresh seafood,
laughed on the beach,
checked out the penguins at the aquarium,
and celebrated Memorial Day in our red, white, and blue!
Good Times. As always, the beach worked its magic. We came home with a few patches of sunburn, a couple stuffed penguins, and lots of great memories with grandparents. Vacation success!
Ann, we can call the snippy part a draw. Mom
Posted by: Joan J. | Wednesday, June 06, 2012 at 10:40 AM
Aww - so sweet. You're making me cry this morning. I'm glad it went well.
Posted by: Carey | Tuesday, June 12, 2012 at 09:16 AM