We were all set to be lazy bums yesterday. All. Set. Stack of DVDs to watch, books to read, yarn and knitting needles, snacks ready, jammies on.
Then my phone rang.
It was my friend A (whose daughter O is Little Boy’s bestest friend ever). Her plans for the day fell through, and she was DYING to go to the beach with us.
Uh…. YES. Yes PLEASE.
Okay everybody no time to nap get your suit on where’s my backpack put your shoes on do we have 2 clean towels make sure you pee before they get here put your shoes on I’ll get your car seat where’s my flip flops I said put your shoes on please……….
And so it came to pass that our crappy, grouchy, tired morning was magically transformed into an amazing afternoon full of sun and wind, running on the sand, swimming in the ocean pounded by the incoming tide, flying the robot kite, sipping frozen cocktails (virgin drinks for the little ones!), chasing the downed beach umbrella and flying the kite at the same time (that was me), and gossiping and joking and laughing and laughing and laughing.