A blur of activity to get to the beach
So, here is a post I wrote a week ago Saturday morning, just before we left on our annual <a href=”http://www.longbeachisland.com/beach_haven.html” target=”_blank”>beach vacation</a>. (I ended up not posting it that morning because I thought to myself, “Hey, maybe I shouldn’t advertise that we are going on vacation! Some crackpot could use this as an excuse to steal our vast horde of … well, not pricey electronic goods … but stuff. Definitely stuff.Ã¢â‚¬? Think I was being too paranoid?)
Hi Parents’ Place readers! Pumpkin, her dad and I are heading off to the beach any minute now. Really. As soon as we pack the car. (At the last minute. My sister-in-law, who is going, too, packed Thursday night!) And as soon as we take showers, get Pumpkin up and dressed. (And finish that last load of wash. Find my beach towel. Get the diaper bag ready. You see a trend here.)
Why is it that some parents are the kind with lunches packed the night before and I have to be the kind that says, “Oh well, that’s what rest stops are for?” My mom sent me an e-mail quiz this week that asked, “<a href=”http://www.goddessgift.com/goddess%20humor/martha-maxine.htm” target=”_blank”>Are you a Martha or a Maxine</a>?” alluding to the famous homemaking icon from Bedford and the comic crank of greeting card fame. You had to pick whether you were the type to make a cake from scratch or stop at the bakery, use an apple to keep potatoes fresh or buy instant and, well, you get the idea. I scanned it and said to myself, “I am a Martha!” Ha! Good one, Julie.