July 31, 2006
Hey, I totally survived staying in a cottage! I think maybe because it had indoor plumbing, a washer and dryer and a full size kitchen. Not that I cook per say but because I can watch others cook and then eat comfortably and that’s important to my well being. Plus I could shower and do my hair and makeup and that’s even more important to my well being. The drive there, however, was a little crappy since it started to rain and all of our luggage was in the back of the truck (well except mine because I refused to put mine there and placed it nicely inbetween my children and I’m
pyscho pyschic and knew it would rain) and I had suggested to hubby that he get a tarp and he said we wouldn’t need it. Ah huh.
We arrived Friday around supper time and decided to grab a bite to eat and then took the kids down to the beach. The weather was colder there than here in Calgary and quite windy but our rugrats didn’t care at all. They barged towards the water like crazy Storm Troopers and although they were turning a weird shade of purple-y blue, they continued to jump and splash in the cold lake.
While they were out in the water, which they could walk out a long way before it got deep, Ryan noticed the buoys. As we’re sitting up the little hill on the bench, he hollers up to us…”What are those white and blue things”? “Oh they’re buoys”, I holler back. “What? Really”? “Yes honey, really”. “Why are there boobies in the water”? “Ummm no no no, not boobies, buoys.” Sheesh. It starts early.
Miss decided she would play in the sand as well as swim. But she didn’t just want to build sandcastles. Oh no, not my daughter. She wanted to dig for buried treasure. She just knew there was a fancy jewelled filled box waiting to be dug up. We wished her luck.
Between the romps in the sand, the splashes in the water, there was much laughter, amazement that they were really at a real beach, were allowed to stay up late, eat junk, get sand in their pants and get dirty and noone cared.
There were moments of huddling together in towels to get warm only to drop them seconds later to run back to the cold water and pretend there were sharks and alligators in there with them. Well they did really think that there was at first because their dad was having fun yelling “shark” and “alligator” a few times. A 14 year old in a man’s body. You should have heard the screams.
The scenery was so pretty and lush and reminded us of where we’re from originally, so it was almost like we were visiting our home in the east. The kids really had a such a great time that I definately want to rent a cabin next summer and even bring our older offspring, as I think they’d love it too, plus they could cook for me. They weren’t able to come this time since they all had to work. Sucks being an adult sometimes eh?
As the sun was setting, the kids splashed and giggled in the water and my husband looked at me and said, “You’re turning 55 tomorrow right”? He’s so romantic. Oh the
crazy lazy days of summer.