2005-06-16 - 11:23 a.m.
So we survived the multi-family vacation. I think there were about 28 people total. I had these great plans to drive 1/2 way to Louisiana the evening before because, duh? it would be night and the girls would sleep, right? NO! Emily cried herself to sleep and would wake up crying for, "BED!" and Callie was awake until almost 1 AM. So the next day when we had at least an 8 hour drive (which turned into 11 hours) and I was dreading the entire morning...the girls were so perfect. They never cried or threw fits or hated being in their carseats. We actually drove home this past Saturday in 1 day! 15 hours in the car, they are amazing kids.
Other than slapping my drunk BIL because he told Callie she had ugly ears and my SIL thinking I called her a fat lazy bitch (which I did not) it was awesome.
We were in Grand Isle, LA. There were fucking dolphins that would come within 10 feet of us. No, they weren't actually copulating, I was just excited. And crabs everywhere, on the beach, on the street, on the laundry room floor...
My kids never got sunburned because I'm such an awesome mom. We greased up with the SPF45 before we even left the house. Callie loved the beach and ocean and cried when we left. She has asked me every day when we are going back to stay. Emily was terrified of the water the first day, but by the second day she thought it was funny to run into the water as far as she could before a wave knocked her down. I did not think that was funny. I also learned something else about Emily. She will follow me anywhere, no questions asked. More than once a day I'd walk out into the Gulf and look back at the beach and saw Emily following after me, come hell or high water. The waves were starting to go over her head and she was still coming, with her little arms raised up for me. So a plan was developed to keep her away from the water when Mommy needed to cool off, or wash the sand out of my ass.
I came home to a dirty house, which I have yet to thoroughly clean. No food in the fridge or juice in the house. Those problems have been fixed, but I have GOT to clean like a mo' fo'.
I had this idea that kids at the beach would be a horrible time. I pictured myself biting my nails and screaming at them to get out of the water before they were swept away. But none of those things happened. I was very non-stressed out. I even got trashed one night. I had sent Chance to the gas station to get some ice and me a bottle of wine. Just something cheap, and he comes back with a bottle the size of Emily...which I drank completely. But Chance was a wonderful husband, he helped me with the girls and we never fought the whole week.
Except for when I accidently put his entire bag of smoke in the washing machine...but how was I supposed to know he left it in the pocket of his swim trunks! I may never live that down.
So I had a great time, but unfortunately I had to come back to reality. Vacations are vicious. They bring you in, make you have fun and then kick you out and make you go home. Like some ex-boyfriend who only uses you for sex. You know your being used but you just don't care...Damn.
