back from the annual family trip to the beach.
survived leo’s faceplant on the gravel driveway on the first day (forehead, nose, and upper lip), outran a super-wave…barely, watched my poor dad get knocked by another super-wave (scary! and his camera totally ruined), played the word “bairn” in scrabble (and still lost), danced to michael jackson’s this is it, got hooked on mad men, and ate more cheese than any one family should ever consume in three days.
the drive was beautiful, the waves dreamy, the family time lovely, and the overall trip nice but not so much relaxing. family vacations are incredible and good, but when the kids are still small and potty training (if that’s what you call leo’s complete frazzling of my anticipation nerves with haphazard results), there’s not a lot of sitting around reading. or sitting around. or reading. it didn’t help that ed had to head back early this year either.
luckily, i have an upcoming work trip, on which i’ll surely get more relaxation than at the beach.