All the darling twins talked about even before they got back home was the beach.
“We’re going to the beach.”
Over and over again. In between car repairs and work schedules and having about six weeks of summer they were going to the beach.
When the beach trip got changed multiple times and looked like it just wasn’t going to happen, leave it to St. PhilBillPaul to have a brilliant idea.
“Why don’t we all go to the beach?”
Never mind that it’s not in the budget. Never mind that all three big kids are scheduled to work. Never mind that mom and dad have work too.
Let’s Go To The Beach
PhilBillPaul’s second brilliant idea was that MOM could work her magic and use the power of the internet and find a last minute beach bargain. In less than 48 hours.
“Yea!!” the children shouted. “Let’s leave on Sunday at 4:00 a.m.”
PhilBillPaul’s third brilliant idea was that MOM could make a breakfast casserole and cheesy potatoes so WE would have food right when we got there and WE wouldn’t have to cook.
What would I do without all the brilliant ideas surrounding me?
Leaving out most of the gorey details of everyone packing themselves and going to bed while mom cooked and sweated in the 150 degree kitchen and made lists and packed DIRTY clothes because…
The Washing Machine Broke
Oh yes it did.
On Saturday while the big kids were all working, PhilBillPaul turned himself black trying to fix the washer which would not drain or rinse the clothes.
Suspiciously this happened after Roger Leroy had C-R-A-M-M-E-D a load of clothes in that was seriously bigger than the washer.
Perhaps we did not teach her how to properly do her laundry. Oh wait, YES WE DID.
The Army and college have taught her that sorting is a waste of time.
I remained calm – surprising I know – and announced that we could do OUR laundry when we got to the beach.
The darling twins could take their wet ginormous load to a laundromat. And Rachel could buy the part she broke. And they were never allowed to touch our washer again.
Side note: I’m pretty sure that Roger Leroy would want me to extend her personal and heartfelt thanks to her sister Wizzy for doing this while she was at work.
This I said because we had paid for the last minute bargain I found and there were no refunds.
Off to the beach we went at a more reasonable time of 6:00 a.m.
The view from our bargain 6th floor condo wasn’t too bad.
And other than one giant scene about Scary Baby and brushing her hair, we all survived.
I’ll be so bold as to say that everyone had FUN.
I asked them if we could recreate the blog header photo.
But this is about as close as I could get.
Everyone was on their own for dinner.
It was very nice that they actually wanted to have one night be a family dinner so we all gathered at Pompano Joe’s.
And I made sure to snap this very important picture after she had told me numerous times to quit taking pictures of her.
I told her the whole goal of the trip was to get her darling toes in the sugar white sand.
She was very specific that it had to be the sugar white sand of Destin.
And then declared, on our last day, that she really doesn’t like sand.
Later this week, I must tell you what happened on the way there and the way back because no Humpfreeze trip is complete without some ridiculous moments that are not funny except to everyone else who didn’t have to be there. Or drive to the Piggly Wiggly.