| See, we were at the beach and we had fun!|
I literally took this picture with J Bean
standing next to me crying. I have no idea
why I felt the need to document the event.
Again, we go in to the lake and again we have similar results (am I crazy?). Well, we had similar shivering and fear; thankfully there were no more dirty diapers. We came out of the water and I started drying off J Bean with our one remaining towel and put her in a cover-up. I’m packing up to leave, after all we’ve been at the beach for about 45 minutes and had a grand total of 3 minutes of fun with no crying or pooping. What else could I ask for, right? Together J Bean and I weather one more tantrum as she realizes we didn’t make any sand castles and I realize we can’t play in the sand and clean off in the water again without more shivering and fear and we have no more dry towels. In the car, it dawns on me I should start packing extra clothes for myself and not just the little one. "Whatever", I think and I ride shirtless across Chicago just like I used to do in my south Georgia hometown. And you know what? With the windows down, I could hardly hear the fussing from the back seat. We made it home without further incident (other than traffic) and hopped in the shower together and got a load of laundry going. Now, I'm clean and relaxed for a few minutes (and I even got some writing in!), but J Bean is waking after a short nap and she sounds none too happy about it. Here we go again. I love my life as a stay home Dad and I'm happy to say that hearing J Bean exclaim from the backseat when we arrived home, “Daddy, the beach was fun, the lake was fun, I Loooove sand!” basically erased the bad parts of the day and writing about it has helped mellow me out so I can tackle the job again. No matter if J Bean is cranky for the rest of the day or if this is just her usual wake up grouchiness, I'll greet her with a smile and love her as far as the moon and back. I think we'll keep it simple tomorrow, though.