momMY slice of life: Beach Trip 2011 Part 3

Day 6: Last Day at the Beach

Maybe we just had to work up to it,

but this was the only day that we spent

a huge chunk of time on the beach.

I think we were there just over four hours.

Of course, it was our last day.

It was a great last day though,

and its always good to end on a sweet note!

We started off with a walk on the beach.

I am going to be embarrassingly honest now,

since this whole blog is meant to serve as a sort of journal for our family,

even though the bit to follow is a pretty embarrassing.

Walking alongside the beach first thing in the morning is one

of my favorite parts of a beach vacation.

I planned to do this every morning that we were there.

Of course, that didn't work out because of this and that.

Since this was the last day, I was determined that

we would go for a walk and look for seashells.

As soon as we got down to the beach, London threw a huge fit

because she didn't want to go for a walk.

We calmed her down a bit and pretty much told her she didn't have a choice.

We were going for a family walk.

She begrudgingly strolled along with us, pout on her face most of the way.

We couldn't have been more than a few steps in when Daniel says

"Hey you know the pass code to get into the condo with out the key, right?"

Ummm.. NO! I DON'T

WHY?!?

"Well, I didn't bring the key. I thought you knew the code and we would just get in with that. This way I don't worry about losing the key."

ARE YOU JOKING!?!

I was so stinking mad that I'm almost certain there was steam coming out my ears.

The walk back to condo with a thousand bags in weather that is no less than one hundred degrees in bad enough with out the daunting task of figuring out how the heck to get back into the room.

I should have taken a deep breath.

I should have said "Ok, we can deal with it later. Lets not let this ruin our morning"

Shoulda.

Instead.

I screamed at an embarrassing level (thankfully, not many people were out on the beach yet)

and threw a temper tantrum suitable for a five year old.

And.

I cried.

I know...

I swear I'm not just a big ole bratty baby.

I wasn't crying just because my walk was screwed up and I was now locked out of my condo in heat that could kill a cactus.

It must have been a build up every every single plan that got popped like a water balloon over my head.

Still.

I over reacted and had to apologize

to both Daniel and the kids.

Failed attempt to walk the beautiful beach and temper tantrums behind us, we settled into perfect spots on the beach for what was a lovely and relaxing morning. Daniel and the kids worked on a sand castle while I watched from the cabana. London ran back and forth between the boys and me. She spent a good deal of time sitting with me, singing songs and talking, while we watched they boys hard at work. This was one of my favorite moments of our trip.