At least that’s how I would have described my day about 2:00. Whiney grand kids, things not going the way I wanted…yes, I’m a brat.
We’re in north Florida having an extended vacation mainly to spend time with our daughter, son-in-law, and precious two older grandsons. Today we picked Liam, the younger of the two, up from school. He wasn’t too happy that it was us there and not his Mom, but he made the best of it. We brought him home and had fun until his Mom got home; things went downhill from there. He was whining, so Tim and I left to get Jackson from school. He was happy to see us, but his mood quickly changed when we told him of our plans to go shark tooth hunting at the beach. More whining. “The beach? It’s so boring”!
Despite complaints, we went to the beach anyway. I was excited and very optimistic that I would increase my shark tooth haul from a total of two teeth last year. (We have a friendly family competition, and I’m the big loser.) I thought I had a new secret weapon. My optimism quickly evaporated as Ashley spotted a tooth right off and then Tim did, too. Nothing for me. My secret weapon – expensive new prescription bifocal polarized sunglasses – didn’t help. To add insult to injury, a random cute guy walked past and gave a tooth he had found to Ashley – who was right next to me. She said, “oh thank you. I’m going to give it to my Mom; she never finds any.” At this point I’m thinking “I hate this family activity” in the voice of a six year old. My mood change from good to bratty. The boys’ moods changed, too…from bad to good as they took their shirts off to run through the cold waves.
After an hour or so, we started thinking about going home. Then a friend of Ashley’s and her daughter appeared. Shannon, the Mom, a veteran shark tooth hunter, excitedly told us that she found 20 teeth yesterday, and ten this morning. Her daughter was excited Jackson and Liam were there to play with; how could we leave now? The kids played while the adults bent over, scouring the sand for those magical little triangles of darkness. I found one! A brown one! No way am I leaving now! Dinner can wait. And then another – my tiniest find ever! Wait…what! Another one?! In less than 30 minutes I surpassed my total from last year. I like this activity!
Cathy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? No way!