June 17, 2006
and the experience was much like I thought it would be.
As we walked to the car, me carrying a kicking, naked, 18 month old. The three year old close on my heels, covered from head to toe with sand, shivering yet screaming. The other children sulking that we dare to leave the beach after only four and a half hours. My 10 year old turned to me and says, “Can we come back tomorrow?”
Overall it was mostly fun. I did age significantly as the baby kept running in to the water, then would lose his footing and toddle around like a drunk sailor. My 11 year old did an Oscar worthy performance of getting attacked by a shark which made all of us at the beach laugh hysterically. I don’t know where he gets his flare for the dramatic.
(Before anyone gets all defensive about this and emails me links to people were actually attacked by sharks at the beach and how I should know this and not let my child pretend…blah blah blah… my panties are in a knot and I must complain to someone. We were at a beach lake. And as far as I know sharks do not live in lakes.)
But you know what does live in lakes? Leeches. Leeches live in lakes. And one of my sons found one stuck on his leg. Immediately I flashed to the scene in the movie Stand By Me, and said “You better check everywhere for more.” with a little nod to the bathing suit region.
We were treated to having some young adult people sitting near us. I think they were college students. One of the men was the loud mouth, obnoxious, but I thinks he is god’s gift to the ladies, type. I can’t go into the details of all he was saying about his sex life, or wannabee sex life I suspect, because I am trying to block the horror from my mind. But suffice it to say at one point I wanted to go up to him in the middle of his story and say, “There is a reason that your last date told you that she had a boyfriend suddenly three hours into the date. It is called lying. You are rude, obnoxious, and so in love with yourself you don’t need a date you need a blow up doll.”
Then I thought of Mir and her horrid experiences with online dating services and came to the realization that this type of guy… is all that is left. So yesterday I gave her the ever so helpful advice of combing through old obituaries in search of a man worthy of dating. I just realized as I typed this, it sounds as if I am encouraging dating dead men. And well, that would be an improvement also.
This morning was my 10 yr old son’s final baseball game of the season. It was pouring rain this morning which made a baseball game that much more enjoyable. You know enjoyable if you are 1) a ten year old boy, 2) love having your clothes soaking wet and clinging to your body, or 3) love to be as muddy as humanly possible. I am none of those things. Also, I should buy an umbrella.
In case you fear that I will be bored with all my new found “free” time, let me reassure you that the next two weeks are the playoff and championship games. And then the All Star League. Yes, both sons made it to the All Star teams. Though it is still being kept from them until after the championship games.
All this to say, baseball season has only just begun at my house.
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