Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Which came first, my mind lost BEFORE Galveston or my mind lost AFTER?
I dunno, but I do think I had to be slightly off kilter to entertain the idea of a 2 year old and now 5 year old at the beach without my husband. ha! See, my husband had been traveling for work for about 6 weeks at this point. What was going to be a little family weekend trip, turned into an either “missy takes the kids by herself trip” or “missy stays at home with the kids and feels sad” decision. I am sure you have guessed by now what choice I settled on. It wasn’t easy, but it WAS a complete blast. Below are the top five lessons I learned:
1.) It may be better to be completely fried by the sun than to leave sunscreen application up to the children. Picture my back as a fiery red and pasty white fingerprinted masterpiece. I can now say that I will wear my children’s handiwork on my back all summer. 🙂
2.) I missed my husband for many reasons, not the least of which was what an excellent personal Sherpa he makes. A beach trip is work! The packing, car loading, unloading up to the condo, and reloading out to the beach multiple times a day ain’t for the weak. I truly realized just how much of the PHYSICAL work my husband does for us.
3.)In my book, a beach vacation entails adult beach beverages. I drank Capri Suns all weekend = NO beach vacation. (BTW, the Pacific Cooler is my jam.)
4.) My kids are rockstars. They are truly such adaptable, funny, and loving babies. They do better on road trips than I do.
5.) I could list a hundred cliche sayings about this, and every one would be true…. single parents, you have my utmost respect.