Oysterville

Our friend paces around the house outside waiting for his mother. We don't normally go into Longbeach. I am all about moms putting up their feet and the children going off on their bikes exploring or reading quietly. This one is a busy boy needing constant entertaining. he wants his mother to drive him into town and supply funds for entertainment. Once his mom arrives she takes him into town with the other children and parents.

One day of town for me is plenty. the next day I opt to stay home and nap. Riley also opts out one day. The other teen agers go horse back riding and do race cars. They do laser tag on the day Riley goes with them so Riley is able to participate.

My favorite activities though, are the hours at the beach; the hide and seek in the dunes and watching the sunset. One evening Trevor puts on a life jacket and goes wading in the cold surf. This area is prone to drowning incidents so any water time is with life jackets. I allow them to get wetter and deeper when they wear the life jackets. Trevor is terrifying otherwise.

Trevor and I set up the tent the second day and agree that our more experienced camping friend Janae, who moved away, is sorely missed. The tent is up but it has a droopy appearance we never can solve. The boys are out in the tent all week. They run a power cord from the barn so they can watch Red Box movies late at night on the computer. I get up to go to the bathroom at 2:00am and I can hear them giggling and talking.

Riley knows where a stack of old Sports Illustrated swim suit additions from past years is stored. Riley has brought them out to the tent to share. Well, it could be worse. The other moms don't mind.

The children have a lovely week but it is more activity than I am used to for my quiet beach vacation. I have to come home to rest.

This trip though I am smart when unloading the car. I back onto the grass so the unload occurs near the front door with no chance of running over things left behind the car by accident in the dark. I am so disappointed we lost that cool pull cart within days by leaving it under the tires in the dark, the night we got home.

My tiredness could also be attributed to donating blood last week. I am just beat. The house looks like an explosion hit it and I am too tired to deal with it. I tell the boys some things that need to get done and get Tom's help. Then I go to bed exhausted from my relaxing vacation.