Beach Week should not ever be confused with Beach Week. We traded clubs and beer for juice boxes and water wings long ago. My late nights were a not so much a result of dancing until the wee hours, but angry loud whispering at Natalie and Michaela Byrd to go the heck to sleep already and quit wiggling around.
The girls and I rode down with my mom, caravan style, with my sister-in-law and my nephew following in another car. I had the good fortune of riding 80% of the way down in Susannah's back seat next to a good-natured baby while in the other car, Mimi answered Natalie's 100 million questions over the 6 hour drive. My sister and my niece met us at the beach. It was nice to be back at our childhood vacation spot!
It is first very important to note that my sister makes very delicious sangria, and there were moments with 4 adults and 4 children in a 3 bedroom condo that I could have used a pitcher all to myself.
The kids stayed busy inside at times...
...and we took a trip to the Pine Knoll Shores Aquarium
...and we'd be insane to pass up dinner at our all-time favorite, Sanitary Fish Market, for the world's best hush puppies and t-shirts folks will recognize all over the country
...but of course everyone's favorite was the beach (and the pool).
So Beach Week didn't really resemble Beach Week in any way shape or form...yet I still felt like I had a hangover every morning. Was it worth it? You betcha!
Come back tomorrow for Myth #6 in my Blogging Myths series!