So, as wonderful as it was to get to the beach with the family last week, the fact remained that the forecast for the week was grim.
Thunderstorms and rain were predicted for the entire week.
On Sunday, our first full day, the monkeys and I woke up early and ate breakfast.
By 7:30, they had already begun the “When are we going to the beach” routine, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
So, I persuaded them to go on my usual beach week morning walk with me.
It was a good walk.
Around 9:30, we couldn’t hold them off any longer, so under gray skies, we put on our suits, sunblocked up and hit the beach.
Monkey in the Middle and I immediately began our yearly paddle ball tournament.
Tiny and Baby Monkey immediately began digging in the sand.
Monkey Girl immediately began getting in the freezing water.
It was good.
And then it started to sprinkle.
But, everyone was so occupied, that they didn’t quite seem to notice the rain.
Yet.
Even when it started to rain in earnest, they kept going.
Monkey in the Middle and I said that THIS would be our moment.
That it would be like a movie, and in the rain we would make it to our highest number of paddleball volleys yet, despite the odds.
(We didn’t.)
Baby Monkey said that the rain would fill the hole that he and Tiny were digging so they could have their own pool.
(It didn’t.)
But it was fun.
We finally called it and headed back to the beach house, but after some lunch, the skies cleared and back down we went, this time joined by the rest of the extended family, so there were many more holes to dig, waves to catch, and games to be played.
We believe in a full beach day, so while Tiny called it at 5 (“I all done beach, Mama”) and I brought him back, Real Man and the big monkeys didn’t come back until closer to 6:30.
As I write this, it is 6:45 a.m. Monday July 1st, and I’m sitting on the deck of the beach house, and I can’t see the water through the fog, and the wind has almost blown my laptop off of my lap twice.
Yep…another great beach day.
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