We decided to can the Brown Bag Game Day theme (no one was able to come after the first one, I’m not sure if August is too busy a month or if Ben’s introverted Mom throws boring parties.) So I drove the kids to a beach my fried told me was good for little kids – gentle waves, lots of sand bars. Was she ever right. Demarest Lloyd was lovely.
But I have to wash dishes, warm up the leftovers for dinner, and I just want to crawl into bed. The kids slept in the car, they are kind of bored right now.
Maybe this energy disparity is the real reason I haven’t taken them to the beach solo since K was born?