It just always seems like there's so MUCH that happens, and then I need to get home, get everything put away, take a couple of days to decompress. . . and by the time I get around to actually trying to write about it. . . everything's just gone.
Straight outta my head.
And I'm left sitting here thinking: . . . what did we DO??
Which is why, even though nothing earth-shattering or remarkable happened on our 2014 Family Beach Trip this year, I am writing about it NOW. While it's still fresh.
I make no promises that this is going to be interesting.
It is merely a log.
We left in the early morning (early-ISH), Sunday before last.
Got up early and loaded up the truck, sat out the water and feeders for the cat, and were out of the house by about 7 a.m.
From my perch in the front passenger seat of Crystal Gale (Mister's truck's name), I had everything I needed: a bag full of Pull-Ups, wipes, gummies and Hot Wheels to keep Took pacified, and also a bag filled with books, magazines, assorted reading glasses, a small afghan, and snuggy travel-socks.
To keep ME occupied.
Getting out of the house that morning was quick and easy, as we only had one Turbo-offspring with us, the Grey Took. Our plan was to pick up other Turbo-offsprings as we made our way south.
First stop was to collect Padawan.
His mother had him for the weekend, and assured us that she would meet us as 7:30 SHARP, at the agreed-upon site.
. . . I will just admit right now that I had serious doubts about this. NOT because I have any problems with his mother, but simply because there are people in this world that are almost always on time, and there are people in this world that are reliably late (almost always). I am not making judgements about right or wrong here. . . I am just saying that we all know people that we can pretty much count on to be late.
And she is pretty much consistently one of those.
But lo and behold. . . we pulled into the gas station at 7:26. . . and she was pulling in right in front of us.
And then I felt guilty.
I mentally apologized to the universe in general for my shameful lack of faith, we collected our monster, and moved on to McDonald's for sausage biscuits, to be consumed on the road.
****Sidenote: This is one of my favorite things EVER.
Eating in the car!!!!
Sausage biscuits, in particular.
It is a near-divine delight that only happens every-so-often. (Usually when we are en route to some exotic-ish location.)
The scarcity of this enjoyable event is what makes it so beautiful.
Sausage biscuits. On the road. Eaten in the passenger seat, propped up on napkins on the travel pillow in my lap.
So we got the Padawan, and moved on to Montgomery to collect the larger Spawn, who would be following us, with his girlfriend, in her car.
. . . As another sidenote, our youngest son is possibly/most certainly in love with Spawn's girlfriend (much as he is, INSTANTLY, with pretty much any lovely girl that takes the time to talk to him and allows him to hold her hand). He is utterly shameless in his attempts for her affection, and it was something we witnessed again and again over the several days that she was able to stay with us.
Up until this point, Took has merely referred to her as "Friend", as he has been unable to pronounce her name correctly, and has been loathe to embarrass himself with any failed attempts. Near the end of our trip, however, he came really, REALLY close, with a drunk-sounding drawl of:
We were all very impressed, and he received many high-fives, and a blueberry Yoplait yogurt, for his efforts. =)
DID YOU HEAR ME MICHAEL??
THIS IS JUST ME. . . BEING TOTALLY RIGHT.