We made it to the beach Friday afternoon with surprisingly little traffic. I expected hours of delays at the Bay Bridge (for all you non Washingtonians, that is the bridge to get to Maryland's eastern shore) but the only delay we had was because of an accident on the DC beltway. Michael ate dinner in the car, while watching Star Wars on the DVD player, and he was in heaven. I never let him have McDonald's and I never let him watch tv when he eats. To him, that was the ultimate.
We got to the beach house, put Michael to bed, and had the traditional Maryland crab feast with my parents. On Saturday we went to the pool, and yesterday we finally hit the beach for the first time. And of course, fireworks.
Today, it is 11:30 am and I am still in my pajamas. Michael and Doug are flying paper airplanes off of the high stairwell in my parent's beach house. Michael slept until 9:30 am this morning because we were out so late at the fireworks last night.
To be honest, we are doing a whole lot of nothing. Which, was exactly how we spent this week last year. Last year it really bothered me, I felt like we should be out, doing things. Now I'm all, whatever, doing things is overrated. I'm quite happy to sit on the couch and check for updates on the Casey Anthony trial. Sunday my parents took Michael to see a movie and instead of hanging out with my husband I watched the closing arguments of the trial. I am a super fun date. (Even funnier was when we finally left the house to go get a drink and dinner and the trial was on at the bar. The bar was filled with lawyers and we all sat around discussing the case. Feel free to feel bad for my husband.)
So there you have it, I have been on vacation for 4 days and nothing interesting has happened. And now, I will give you pictures to prove it.
I think we are going to leave the house soon and go play some mini golf. Maybe. Or continue to sit here. One, or the other.
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Sounds like a perfect vacation to me! And that was funny to read on Twitter yesterday that you guys took Michael to Seacrets. It’s bizarre when it all come full circle. When it was still a tiny, locals only club, my aunt who was a member of the Ocean Club knew the owner of Seacrets and she used to get him to allow my sister and I in during the afternoon. We were young teens I think and man did we feel like the baddast mofos ever sitting next to the bay with our virgin daiquiries. Ah, memories.
I think sometimes what you really need is time to do nothing. Even on vacation.
It sounds amazing to me.
A whole lot of nothing sounds great!
For me, it’s not a vacation unless there is a significant amount of nothing happening. My husband, unfortunately, disagrees.
And I’m obviously in NEED of a vacation, because I can’t even spell my own name.
Sounds like a pretty awesome vacation to me!