The boys’ first trip to the beach

This entry is part of 2 in the series Our Family Travels

It was about this time last year, and I needed to get away. Long weekend, short weekend, something anything. I requested a day off and got it, called a hotel and made some arrangements, and scooted across the state, beach bound.

The weather was supposed to be chilly but nice, in the high 60s and low 70s.

The title of this post is (unfortunately) correct. (Well, that D can remember. We had pictures of Baby Daniel on the beach in FL but they’re trapped in a non-functioning hard drive). I’ve never been able to afford both gas to drive across the state AND a hotel room at the same time. It just so happened that I’d saved my money, so I could FINALLY take them to the beach.

ANYWAY.

I picked the boys up from school early. D kept asking me “What’s going on??!!??” and J said “One of my classmates said we’re probably going to a funeral”

(Seriously? A funeral. What the….!!!!!!)

It took us a little over FOREVER to get to the beach. Hypnotizing highways called for loud music and sing-alongs. The weather was cooler than I’d expected, more cloudy and overcast. And yes, it rained on the way there.

We pulled into the hotel parking lot, checked in, and immediately scooted to the beach in the dark. Our hotel was right there at the pier, so we had that beauty to look at.

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As Dan stepped onto the beach and took his shoes off, the universe sighed and decided to mess with the child. A flock of birds jumped into the air and turned themselves into (what he thought was) his personal kite. (And truthfully, it did seem they were flying just for him.) He laughed, and it was good.

But the weather, oh the weather. I’d obsessively watched it throughout the week hoping a squall would pass on by. Of course it didn’t; the temps stayed between 68-70F the whole time we were there

BeachOvercast

We went to the Carolina Beach State Park in search of Venus Flytraps. I grumpily realized we weren’t really prepared for a decent hike around the entire park (we didn’t bring sunscreen, hats, or enough water) but we took a short walk anyway. It was insanely too early for the Venus Flytraps, but the boys found this lovely in NOTIME.

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Creatures fall in, but they don’t come out

We went to the Aquarium at Ft Fisher and THIS happened:

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The rest of our time was spent in/around/by the ocean and generally relaxing.

The weather stayed cool the entire time we were there…..UNTIL we were loading up to leave. And of COURSE I couldn’t talk the boys into spending the day on the beach and THEN leaving, they were ready to go home NOW.

Fractious Traveling

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Our Family Travels

I am (and always have been) a horrible traveller. As a child I remember having to sit in the front seat because of the horrible horrid motion sickness I would get in the car. Windows down, fan blowing on my face, “lay your head down and close your eyes baby” as we drove across the mountain.

Violently being sick in the car. So sick that I’d exhaust myself and be able to sleep.

As an adult, this dread of travel has manifested itself first in a fear of going places (being afraid to leave the house sucks, y’all. Especially when you need groceries.) and currently, oddly enough, in the desire to actually GO. There’s just one problem:

Planning the trip? Fine.
Packing for the trip? Okay
Time to go? [brakescreech] WAIT HOLDUP I’M NOT READY. All the dishes have to be clean. The trash needs to be taken out. The beds need to be stripped. The oil needs to be changed. The laundry needs to be folded. We need to rip up all the carpets and put new flooring down.

So you’d think making it seem like a “whim” trip that’s just barely planned would be THE thing to do. You’d be wrong wrong so very wrong. Waiting until the last minute to plan things leads to a really sucky trip, full of forgotten things and money spent “at the door” instead of “purchased in advance/online”.

No, I have to pull up my panties and be THE grownup on this trip. (It is, after all, what I do.) All the driving, all the nagging, all the corralling, feeding, nagging. And did I mention nagging?

Because nagging.

The boys are just as bad as I am about travelling. Some of it is nature, some of it is simply lack of experience. But mostly they don’t want to go places.

And that, more than anything, is why we must.