"Life's a sport, drink it up!"

I recently read an article about a group of newly graduated high school seniors arrested for concealing alcohol in Gatorade bottles while celebrating "Senior Week" at the local beach.  Their attempt to avoid open container laws was appalling to the author but I found it a bit inspiring.   GASP!  That's right- law abiding, rule following, non-jaywalking Monkey Momma wants to hide alcohol in a Gatorade bottle and chug it like a college freshman at their first keg party.  What brought on such a radical thought?  A family trip to the beach.

Like a caravan making its way across the Sahara, we decided to venture to the beach this weekend with a 3 year old and 3 month old in tow.

If this picture could talk it would be a 3year old screeching,

"The sand is hot!" after insisting she did not need her shoes. 

We arrived at our sandy destination prepared for diaper explosions, wardrobe malfunctions, boredom, hunger, general discomfort ranging from sand irritation to cold ocean water, hair styling, photo-ops, vomit, bugs and sun exposure. We also brought along various things to sit on or in, a surfboard and two alternative water sources.  Did you notice I said "surfboard"? That's right, Miller gets to escape the mayhem while I play sand remover, entertainer and waitress. Motherhood is a hobby, right?

Some may argue that I am spoiling my children by bringing all this crap to the beach but truthfully I don't want them to cry and for everyone to look at me. I can't handle that on top of trying to keep sand off of me and suck in my belly.  

This kids got nothing on how ugly it could get if we don't bring the kiddie pool, 32 barbies and the portable shower to the beach. 

An hour into the trip, which involved bouts of screaming by each member of the family,  we waved the white flag of defeat and packed it in.  With promises of a new pool to play in at the house D begrudgingly got in the car.

Talk about a lucky kid, I proudly got her a new blue pool which I boasted would be "AWESOME!".  We got home and Miller blew it up.  

Hmm, since we weren't planning on doing backyard circus dives this was the ultimate back fire.


An hour, lots of tears and a new pool later D and I put our feet up and lounged in our beach house paradise....while I chugged a Gatorade Senior- Week style.  We will try the beach again next week.

Its been a few weeks, but I am back to hang out at yeahwrite.