a few months ago, my friend lorena invited me to the beach. her husband would be out of town and he was sending her and some of her friends and kids to the beach. there were eight moms. and eighteen kids in all. and no dads were allowed.
i was a bit stressed about the long journey with my kids. and being alone for a week with my kids. and the sleeping habits of my kids. and dragging everything out to the beach with my kids. and so on. but, it all worked out rather well actually.
so, last saturday, we packed up and headed out. we rode with another friend and her kiddos. there were many bathroom breaks. the small bladders were quite ridiculous. but, we made it. atlantic beach. we dropped all of our stuff down and headed to the water.
it started to get a bit chilly, so we headed in to unpack and settle in and rest up for our big beach week. the next morning obviously called for breakfast on the deck. except only anna stuck it out. this was our view from the condo for the week. not too shabby.
we got all sunblocked up. packed the wagon full of toys, a tent, towels, the cooler, and various beach items. and with hazel strapped to me, we made the long haul out to the beach.
it was super windy. and took forever. but this was our camp.
(and this was the only time i dragged out the tent. and the pool. it was just too much. and our beach tolerance turned out to be a lot lower than i had hoped for.)
we didn’t last much longer. so, we packed up all of the millions of things. and headed back. to de-sand. and rest. hazel took an amazing nap. and i had some growns up drinks. we went down to the pool in the evening, but i didn’t get any pictures. turns out, it’s hard to get pics when you have three non-swimmers at a swimming establishment.
and that’s the story of our arrival and day one. 🙂