I Can Hear The Waves Crashing Now

Spencer works in the Pharmaceutical Industry, which means he travels a lot. One wonderful thing about Spencer's job is his territory. Part of it is the panhandle of FL - ie: BEACH. So, especially during the summer, if he has to go work down there for several days, the kids and I will pack up and go with him.

I know. It's rough.

But as much as I love the beach, these kinds of vacations aren't exactly relaxing. Spencer works all day, which means I tackle pool and beach, sunscreen, bathing suits, potty breaks, lunch breaks, snack breaks, building sandcastles, dusting off sand, burying people in the sand, nap breaks, carrying sand toys, snacks, towels, blanket, and camera all by myself. It's tiring. I definitely don't get to sit and read a book.

Next week is his "panhandle week." Because Mary Emma and Tait are in school, we can't go with him.

Or so I thought.

Spencer called yesterday and said that he had talked with his mom about coming to the house and staying with the kids while HE AND I GO TO THE BEACH ALONE.

Did you hear what I just said (typed)?

I will be at the beach next week for 3 days sans children. I will be able to sit on the beach and read a book or sleep or listen to my iPod or DO NOTHING. I won't have to build a sandcastle - except for the fact that I like to build them, so I might just do it anyway. Spencer will be working during the day, and then we get to go to dinner together (alone) at night. The break will be exactly what I need because our "busy time" -aka All-Star softball season (yes, Mary Emma made the team! WOO HOO!) is about to hit us square in the face.

But I'm not worried about that. I get to go to the beach.

I cannot wait.