News flash: It is utterly awesome to bring friends for your children on vacation.
How did I not know this?
Were you all holding out on me? Some kind of clandestine-mom-trick that has been hidden from us newbies?
The girls, two of their buds and I headed to Manzanita on the Oregon Coast, home to my dad and bonus-mom, Holly. They graciously accomodated us while we descended upon them like locusts. It really is a sort violent landing with food/books/electronics/pillows/flip flops hailing down from all directions and then “Poof!” we’re gone in a flash…with only carpet remnants of sandy cookie crumbs left behind. I think Pablo, their dog, was waiting with bated doggie breath for us to hit the road, yet he was very hospitable to the cranky chiahuaha and food-obsessed beagle invasion of his beach cottage…also probably a little happy to be solo with said cookie crumbs.
First of all, I love this little town. It makes me feel all beach-girl-strolling-through-town-for-produce and I fantasize about what it would be like to live such quiet beach life. Then I remember the 9 months of rain they get on the Oregon Coast (worse than our home two hours away) and I am slammed back into reality….only to further my Hawaii fantasies. Yet, in August there is no other place to be than right in the middle of Laneda Avenue with quaint shops, eco-friendly clothing boutiques, yuppie urban vacationing Portlanders and earth muffins playing the bongos in freezing cold Pacific Ocean waves. Yes, friends, we’re not putting on a South Beach vibe (nor do we pretend to be), but it uniquely Pacific Northwest in these parts.
It is not unusual for the whole fam damily to be clad in fleece from head to toe on our yearly 4th of July visits to Manzanita. Fortunately this weekend it was warm enough for light pants and a hoodie. I took advantage of a sheltering beach grass dune and plunked myself down to watch the girls in soccer-playing/castle-making bliss. I think I even fell asleep…and drooled a little (thankful to be hidden in the grass). My point here of setting this relaxing scene for you, lovelies, is that not once did I hear, “I’m bored” or “Katie won’t play with me” or “Yes, I ate 15 minutes ago, but I’m hungry again” or “Why is the water so cold? I want to boogie board.”
There was solitude.
There was reading without interruption (!).
There was even time to hang with my dad and Holly individually.
(picture taken after leaving nothing but crumbs and preparing the minivan pack mule)
How about you? Have you discovered this phenomenon yourself?
Hoping August is a wonderful month for you and your family, lovelies~
P.S. Final post on “4 Myths of Suburban American Life” comin’ at ya on Wednesday.