April 05, 2006


My best friend from high school, PFB, is in town with Mr. Smoochy Pants, her 2 year old. I watched him today while she ran an errand and I cannot believe the progress we made. The boy HATED me yesterday. Today I was tolerated. I never got him to sit on my lap so I could smooch him, but at least now he'll stand next to me and he even took my hand and led me somewhere. That is BIG.

We decided to go the the beach this evening with the boys. As we were packing up I was thinking, 'Why do I not do this once a week?'

I remember when Bones went to 5 day a week preschool, I thought, "I'll go once a week after I drop him off at school... just me and a book on the beach."

It never happened. Oh I put my beach chair in the back of my car, but never once did I make it to the beach. Its unfortunate too, as going to the beach is so cathartic. But I filled my time with other things and never made it to the beach.

And God only knows I'm the type of person who SHOULD be going to the beach once a week. My personality type needs the mellowing.

Case in point, I received an e-mail from my best girlfriend that I used to work with at Company X. She has seen me at my warpath worst. She read my post on the Zoo and Bones forgetting his shoes and she threw me an e-mail essentially saying as she read it she was horrified at the thought of how mad I would be. I think she was amazed I didn't stroke out.

PFB and I were talking this morning and she mentioned that when she read the Zoo post she thought, "Oh no. Oh no...." and she too iterated she was surprised I didn't stroke. This coming from a girl who says I defended her against a big bully in high school on her first of school her freshman year. She tells the story like I rose up to be 10 feet tall.

Anyway, so we took the boys to the beach, and I could feel myself mellow considerably.

But packing up to go home reminded me why I don't do this with the boys once a week. Holy crap. What a logistical pain in the neck...

There is sand ALL OVER my house. GRRR.

But I still need to go alone, just once a week...

Posted by Boudicca at April 5, 2006 09:48 PM | TrackBack

I know what you mean! I swept and mopped on Monday, and then the kids came home, not to mention friends. AND I had a workman here fixing the a/c unit in 'the cave.'

I tell you- it looked as if I hadn't done anything in a week.

Sand is worse...it gets in the cracks and you need a vortex just to get it out!

Just getting YOU to the beach would be worth it. Take a book or a laptop...smell the salt air, cool breeze on your face...
Yup- that would definitly be worth it.

Posted by: Rave at April 5, 2006 10:53 PM

Oh, the sand...

When we moved to Jacksonville I remember our apartment complex touting the fact that they had "strategically placed car vacuums" and remarking to hubby that I didn't see how this was such a huge amenity. What's the big deal? Every convenience store and car wash had them too...

Then we went to the beach. Yup. Car vacuums where you live is a good thing...

Posted by: Richmond at April 6, 2006 04:02 AM

You'll get a kick out of this. I cleaned the trunk out late this afternoon. I mean really cleaned it. Right now, under my car is a huge pile of sand. Sweetie, I ain't been the the beach in almost exactly one year....

You can bet your bottom dollar, I kicked off my shoes and stood in that stupid little pile of sand. Felt damned good.


Get to the beach. It'll do you good.

Posted by: Tammi at April 6, 2006 07:23 PM

go to the beach.....that is why it is there....

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at April 6, 2006 07:31 PM

Yeah, I used to go out to Ft. Pickens for some alone time, reading a bodice ripper and sunbathing nude in the dunes...back when there were dunes...and a Ft. Pickens...damn Ivan...and Arlene...and Cindy....and Dennis...and Katrina....

Posted by: DixieDarlin' at April 6, 2006 09:21 PM