Back at Home

I love coming back home. Everything is so comfortable and familiar. And quiet (relatively).

We had a good week at the beach with the extended family. There were some squabbles between our kids at the very end, mostly because everyone became moody and difficult when they were tired and not feeling 100%. There was lots of staying up late with the cousins (which was OK for the 11 and 12-year-olds but more difficult for the 7-year-old). There was a cold going around (not Covid). 

There was wave-jumping in the ocean, lots of boogie-boarding fun, and a ton of “hunting” for seashells, crabs, and other life forms. Everyone got knocked over (by the waves) and sucked in lots of salty water – but then got back up and back to fun. There were almost no kid emergencies (none that were ocean-related). 

There were 8 kids all together – and it was great to see all the cousins bonding. My husband and I were able to go on walks while the kids watched movies. We all went on bike rides. There was some cooking and cleaning – but nothing overwhelming (because all 8 adults and older kids could all help as needed).

Later today, we will be taking all 3 kids to “Camp Grandma and Grandpa” – they will be staying with the grandparents for the rest of the week. Kids are super excited (in addition to hanging out with grandparents and great-grandparents, they’ll also be able to visit with their cousins).

I am not sure what I will be doing with myself while the kids are away… Wondering around the house aimlessly? Weeding the garden? Cleaning out the laundry room? Reading?