We Three Moms

Crunchy Mama (who is my sister b-tubya) and I are both getting ready for our Annual Super Awesome Slightly Fattening and Always Fun Extended Family Beach Vacation. Both of our families, along with our parents, rent a house on the beach for TWO WEEKS. It is so nice and yes, we realize we are totally spoiled by this. But anyone with kids knows it takes 2 days to get anywhere, 3 days to unpack, 2 more days to get in a routine, 5 days to convince the kids to sleep past 4:18 a.m, another 2 or 3 days to get ready to leave and like a year to get home. When your vacation is only 7 days, that equals ZERO TIME TO LAY ON THE BEACH AND DRINK A COLD BEVERAGE.

So our 14 day stay is really great in that we actually get three or four days in there where we are not either unpacking or packing. I so essited.

But going out of town for this long requires a lot of preparation. I’m trying to avoid feeding my family McDonald’s for that long (THEIR INSIDES WOULD ROT). We’re going to a beach we’ve never been to this year and have no idea what’s in the local grocery store. For all we know it’s nothing more than a 7-11 with Vienna Sausages and Honey Buns. So there’s been a lot of list-making and tearing up of lists and re-list-making and laundry and shopping and cooking and packing and Iamsoexhaustedfromallthisgettingreadyhoopla.

The Huz looked at all the groceries I’ve bought for the trip and said, ‘You do realize we are going to a beach in America, right? Not a remote village in the Congo.’

I am so over the getting ready process though. This was much easier last year when The Bird was nothin’ but a titty baby and The Boy lived off oatmeal. Now there is So. Much. Chopping and boiling and freezing. School is on break right now + the baby has had a runny nose and whiny face + my dogs are so annoying + I’m on a cleanse to squeeze my saddle bags into a bathing suit = GET MY TOES IN SOME SAND AND A BEER IN MY HAND STAT.

But when I feel overwhelmed, I remind myself of this. Crunchy Mama’s list is always longer. And she is always slower. On her list? Drive an hour to get enough raw milk for 2 weeks. Harvest vegetables from the garden. Paint the chicken coop. Pick up something free from FreeCycle. Grind some wheat into flour. Make her own Kefir. Deliver an avocado that is about to go bad to a friend in town who will eat it.

Let me say that again. Deliver an avocado that is about to go bad to a friend in town who will eat it. Seriously y’all. OCD at it’s finest. Bless her heart, she can’t even let a piece of fruit spoil.

I share all this so you’ll understand why our blogging may be somewhat scant over the next few days. Maybe we’ll get a chance to write some once we’re settled at the beach. Or maybe we’ll smash our faces into a giant margarita and see you in September.

In the meantime, I’m going to share some posts from other blogs I’ve been enjoying lately, maybe a funny video or two. Cause you know. I’ve got some avocados to deliver.