I'm tired of going to the beach

Yesterday, after I got home from getting my hair cut; my husband said he wanted to get the kids out of the apartment. Where else would we go but the beach? He wanted to check out Plymouth beaches so we drove down there and got stuck in traffic. What should have taken an hour and fifteen minutes or so ended up taking two. I put Ben Lee’ Awake is the New Sleep in to play.

And since I wasn’t driving it was fine that we were at a dead stop in the car. At least until Will woke up from a wheat inspired coma in the car. He awoke wired and ready to par-ty! Ok, ready to do what passes for a party for him. He decided to sing/shout Old McDonald had a farm. My husband decided that listening to Will shout "a Gobble, Gobble here" was more interesting than Ben Lee and off went the radio. Round two of the radio wars to my husband. He decided to further torture his losing opponent by not only singing along but encouraging the other three medium people in the van to sing. I was left to wonder, “What happened? This was all so pleasant three minutes ago.”

We arrive at the beach and I told my husband that the only thing that will make this trip bearable is if I get a lobster roll at a clam shack. So, he drove off the find one and the kids immediately scatter. Great. I follow Will as he bears the most watching. After sitting down in the ocean for a while he decides to go to the playground. I follow him over. He takes off his shorts because they are wet. I shout “nooooo” and get to him before he finishes pulling down his underwear. I know that this would cause most of you to grab him, his shorts and slink away. But not me because I’m thinking, “Hey at least I caught him before he streaked over to the swing set.” I’m trying to watch him while simultaneously keeping an eye on the other three. I see Liz run over to the cars looking for me and I hope she doesn’t get kidnapped but I can’t leave Will. I call for her. She hears me but assumes someone is calling for a different Lizzy. She gives up and goes back over by Bri and Jake.

After about an hour the kids are done. They are cold but we only have one towel. There is significant wailing and moaning while we wait and wait and wait for my husband to return with the lobster roll and the towels. He returned with fried clams, shrimp, scallops and fish cakes as well. Lizzy liked the clams. Jake ate the french fries and surprisingly enough Will did too. I decided that I preferred the shrimp. As we drove home my husband remarked that he had spent the entire time driving or waiting in line. All in all a delightful afternoon and well worth the three hour drive time.