Tomorrow we are waking up bright and early and heading out on a little day trip to one of my favorite childhood vacation spots -- Lake Gregory, CA. It's a quiet, little mountain lake near Lake Arrowhead, and since it's such a nostalgic place for me, I thought it would be fun to take Neil and the kids there.
So like any mother taking her young children on a day trip, I have spent the entire evening packing snacks, diapers, sand toys, towels, extra clothes, sunscreen, juice boxes, burp cloths, wipes, extra underwear, pull-ups, more snacks and every other possible thing we could potentially need.
The only item noticeably absent from the appalling pile of beach gear littering the front entryway... is my book. Cause let's face it, when you take your almost-three-year-old and your 5 month-old to the beach, the only thing you'll be reading is the back of your box of Cheez-its. (Can I get an "Amen!" from all the Mama's out there?!)
Goodbye, sweet bygone days of traveling light... of spontaneity and reading on the beach. I must admit, I miss you a little bit. But my son's excited little face as he splashes in the water and the sweet smile he gives me when I make sandcastles with him are more than worth it.