Sometime this past summer, I had mentioned that I really wanted to make it back to the beach one more time this year. We went in June and July (when we visited two sets of grandparents) and I was hoping for at least a weekend in August or September.
Then the layoff happened and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. Turns out, the layoff made scheduling a beach weekend a breeze. My mom’s birthday was coming up, so we rented a house at Topsail Beach in North Carolina and split the house cost between three of us. (My mom’s best friend also went in on the house with us.) The husband was coming up on a really stressful part of his grad school class, and we thought that this would be perfect – I’d get beach time with the toddler, and the husband got free time at home to deal with school.
On Saturday morning, Lucas and I were off! We followed my mom down, since she was going to stay the entire week and we were only staying a partial week.
The weather was perfect. The house? Notsomuch. We agreed not to mention too much about the problems we had since we ended up resolving the issues with the realty company, but just know that we only slept in the house one night and then we used the house for 3 days for nap time. (We stayed at Karen’s house 30 minutes away over night.)
The first night we were there, Lucas wanted nothing more than to see the water. I hadn’t put him in a bathing suit, thinking we were just walking on the beach, not swimming, but I gave in pretty quickly and let him get soaked fully clothed.
I also decided that I was just going to let him be a carefree kid for a few days. I wasn’t going to stick to our “rules” as much. I tried not to tell him “no” as often. We were there to have fun, relax and enjoy ourselves. And you know what? We didn’t have a single time out. He had one partial meltdown the last night we were there, but he was tired from playing on the beach, and he wanted bread. (I was making him a grilled cheese sandwich. Once I gave him a plain slice of bread, he was totally content and walked away happily.)
That Wednesday, I drove home with Lucas. It was a 6 hour drive, and this was the first time I made this kind of drive with him by myself. I think that’s a post in itself. (It totally worked out, we still had no fits and I could not have asked for a better trip.)
I could have used an entire week at the beach, but I’m so glad for the few days we did have.
Did you make it to the beach this summer? Or this fall? Did you have anything on your summer bucket list that you didn’t quite accomplish?