Thursday, July 18, 2013
So.....this week we went to the beach. I love a lot about these photos. The grey skies, the horses in the first picture. I love the way my children are clearly conspiring in picture number two. She looks so little next to his teenage bigness. For a brief moment they got along. My boy, a handsome almost-adult. My girl, so kind and pretty.
What I don't love? Pretty much everything that happened after these photos.
She was cold. And sandy. And wanted to take a shower.
He wanted to eat. He's 15, he always wants to eat.
I wanted to sit on the towel and finish my book. Two days later, my book sits unfinished.
Jay wanted to walk to the big rock. He didn't make it.
I feel like these moments aren't mentioned enough. Those moments when you as a parent want everything to be perfect but yet they turn to shit. You have everything planned. You know how it's supposed to be. But then someone is too cold/tired/hot/wet/hungry/miserable/etc.
So you pile back in the car and turn up the radio because even if the song sucks at least you aren't hearing these jerks complain anymore.
You stop for Subway. Shitty, non-exciting Subway. Someone makes a joke about something silly and, for whatever reason, everyone ends up being in a good mood for the rest of the ride home. There are jokes, silliness, tickles, and Macklemore.
Was the day perfect or as I planned? No. Far from it.
But it wasn't a waste.