We got a late start, the drive took longer than we had planned, we got pulled over for speeding, and about an hour away from the condo we realized we had missed most of our time for the first day of our short trip. But, spirits were still high as we made the endless trek to the beach. After what seemed an eternity, complete with “auto fever” and a very fretful baby, hubby announced: “Start looking for ‘Shoreline Towers’ “…and we strained to read all the signs that were whizzing by. Yes, I knew even if we spotted it, we would never be able to stop, but I kept silent 🙂 Finally, I said “there it is”, and yep, we zoomed past, hubby slammed on the brakes, and whipped into the vacant parking lot across the road from our long-awaited destination.
Wait a minute…we’re not moving…and sand is flying everywhere…and…why is the back of the Yukon suddenly a lot lower than the…WE”RE STUCK IN THE SAND!
It seems like a small thing now, but it was monumental then. After all the hours of driving, all the anticipation, the squeals, the anxiety over being late–this just couldn’t be happening!
Thankfully, a nice man with a large truck and straps came along and pulled us out with little trouble–after, of course, I had burst into tears.
So we made it to the condo, unpacked, and while Daddy went downstairs to handle registration, I attended to the most urgent need–the baby has a really bad diaper (we ate Mexican the night before…need I say more?) Well, of course I forgot to locate a clean diaper before taking the dirty one off, so while I’m digging through the luggage, she’s traipsing around the condo in the nude. Problem: she wasn’t done. And, to make a really gross story only slightly less gross, I was down on my hands and knees for the next 15 minutes scrubbing floors and yelling “don’t move! Yes, it’s poop on the bottom of your shoes. Take them off and go wash them in the bath tub! Somebody get me a towel…or wipes…or…a hosepipe!”
Things did smooth out a bit, but most of the remainder of my “vacation” was spent fishing a baby out of the big pool, because of her lack of depth perception.
But, praise God, now when I’m teaching my children about the ocean, I won’t get puzzled looks accompanied by “Mommy, what do you mean moving water with lots of sand?” 🙂