Over Mother’s Day weekend, we headed down to Tybee Island for a few days of fun in the sun.
There’s just something about going to the beach with your babies – it’s magical.
I mean, sure, there’s a ton of whining and crying and complaining – but once we actually get to the beach, my husband usually shuts up.
Ha. J/K.
Anyway, yes – the drive is long.
Are we there yet?
No.
Are we there yet?
No.
Are we there yet?
NO!!!!
There’s always so much to pack.
Me packing: Do we really need 10 towels? Nah. I’ll just bring 4.
Me at the beach: Damn! I wish we had more towels!
It takes forever to get the kid’s bathing suits on and then every inch of everyone in my family needs to be thoroughly slathered with sunscreen.
I’m in charge of applying sunscreen to both kids and myself. Josh is only in charge of himself and my back. At the end of the day, my back (and all of Josh) is a nice, bright red. YOU HAD ONE JOB, JOSH! ONE JOB!!!
Then there’s the long walk down the boardwalk and through the scalding hot sand to find a spot for the day.
Kid carrying only a pail and shovel: Mama – sand’s getting in my shoes!
Mom carrying a 40lb cooler, two beach chairs, and an enormous beach bag full of crap: Then take off your shoes.
Kid: Ok. (Kid takes off shoes.) Here mom, can you carry my shoes?
Mom: Sure….
Kid: Mom – the sand’s burning my feet!!
Mom: Then put on your shoes.
Kid: Ok. (Kid puts on shoes.) Mama – sand’s getting in my shoes!
This continues until 40 minutes later you’ve finally made it the 20 feet across the beach to where the rest of your family is waiting.
Anyway, we all know that a beach vacation with kids isn’t really a vacation at all. But it’s fun, and you’ll leave with some wonderful memories. And about a pound of sand in your minivan.
