Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Which came first, my Mind Lost BEFORE Galveston or my mind lost AFTER?

I dunno, but I do think I had to be slightly off kilter to entertain the idea of a 2 year old and now 5 year old at the Beach without my husband. ha! See, my husband had been traveling for work for about 6 weeks at this point.  What was going to be a little family weekend trip, turned into an either “missy takes the kids by herself trip” or “missy stays at home with the kids and feels sad” decision.  I am sure you have guessed by now what choice I settled on.  It wasn’t easy, but it WAS a complete blast. Below are the top five lessons I learned:

1.) It may be better to be completely fried by the sun than to leave sunscreen application up to the children.  Picture my back as a fiery red and pasty white fingerprinted masterpiece.  I can now say that I will wear my children’s handiwork on my back all summer.

2.) I missed my husband for many reasons, not the least of which was what an excellent personal Sherpa he makes.  A beach trip is work!  The packing, car loading, unloading up to the condo, and reloading  out to the beach multiple times a day ain’t for the weak.  I truly realized just how much of the PHYSICAL work my husband does for us.

3.)In my book, a Beach Vacation entails adult beach beverages.  I drank Capri Suns all weekend = NO beach vacation. (BTW, the Pacific Cooler is  my jam.)

4.) My kids are rockstars.  They are truly such adaptable, funny, and loving babies.  They do better on road trips than I do.

5.) I could list a hundred cliche sayings about this, and every one would be true….  single parents, you have my utmost respect.