Well then. I won’t share all the wonderful pictures from our trip…
Or write an overly long post about our adventures while away…
Oh, hell. Who am I kidding? I’m going to do both!
Friday night we spent in an Omaha hotel since our flight left at 7:00 a.m. Saturday. Unfortunately, the hotel’s breakfast bar didn’t open until 6:30 a.m. I had to make due with an overpriced and bitter mocha from one of the airport’s kiosks.
Saturday’s flight was uneventful except for our layover in Minneapolis where we had to walk by the child’s play area and listen to X try to whine, beg, cajole, threaten and bully us into letting him play there. Our layover wasn’t long enough to allow him this little luxury, however because of the afore mentioned whining, it seemed as if the layover was no less than an eternity.
After we landed in Mirtel Beech [spelling deliberate], SC, our ride – Mr. DD’s sister, Bessie – picked us up and took us to her beach house located in Serfsyde. We spent the rest of the day at their pool.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday were generally a repeat of themselves: breakfast; load up the golf cart with a full cooler, snacks, drinks, chairs and umbrellas; spend the first part of day at the beach; spend the rest of the afternoon/evening at the pool.
[Image removed for privacy] One exception was our visitors on Monday: Erin of PCOS, Baby and her 3yr old son, P. Erin is an incredibly lovely young lady (I stress the Young so when you look at the pictures you won’t wonder who the geriatric woman is sitting to her right. Yeah. That’d be me.), and her son is so sweet and cute and charming and listening to him tell me the kinds of dinosaurs he brought with him made me giggle.
Erin described X as "energetic", which made me laugh since he pretty much climbed the walls (and chairs, and sofas) during their all-too-short stay. She’s got good PR, that Erin.
[Image removed for privacy] When we sat on the porch in our white wooden rockers while the boys relaxed to a movie, Mr. DD showed up after a brief errand with my early birthday present. One of these! In fact, most of the pictures we ended up taking were done with it and I have to say, it totally is The Shits. And I mean that in the most excellent way.
Wednesday we spent the afternoon at one of the water parks. The first thing X wanted to do was go down one of the giant slides and I feared that after climbing up all those stairs X would change his mind at the top. Instead as he readied himself on the foam toboggan in the track next to Mr. DD’s own toboggan, X said to his Dad, "Show me what you got!" and away they went. I waited at the bottom in preparation for damage control but instead when he finally splashed to a stop, he jumped up and yelled, "Let’s do it again!"
Thursday we were taken on our own version of a 3-hour tour by Mr. DD’s niece’s husband, Joseph, in his eighteen-footer. We anchored just off a large sand bar and had a picnic, collected some shells and marveled at how impossibly blue the sky was.
Friday, we found ourselves at the beach for the early part of the day and then just the three of us went to a putt-putt course as our final hurrah at the beach. When X passed out back at the house, we did some preliminary packing in preparation for our afternoon flight on Saturday.
I only missed blogging at night when Bessie would warm up her laptop in the evenings. I even sneaked onto my Reader.Google in the middle of the night and responded to a few emails, but I didn’t dare click through to anyone’s blog even though I deleted the history and double-checked that I had logged out of my email, so paranoid was I.
I won’t go into the nuances (like how I lost my wallet with several hundred dollars in it; or the conversations I had with the pregnant niece; or the crazy level of conservatism in Bessie’s husband; or the ongoing hive saga) in this post. I want it to be about the fun we had. The blessed relief from infertility, miscarriages, and even blogging. My vacation was exactly what a summer vacation to the beach should be. I am tanned and five pounds heavier, no small thanks to that yummy cake. I finished two novels on the beach. I smiled. I laughed. I went through a week feeling relatively normal.