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!
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Yayyyyyy! What a tumultuous day and how joyfully it ended – Congratulations on your find. Remember from the time Ashley was very young, she was constantly finding money on the street and in stores. We just have to celebrate that she has a special gift. With your perseverance and diligence, your will become a primo whale tooth finder. End of sermon :).
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What a wonderful memorable day! And yes, you were entitled to feel a little snarky at the onset but look how it all turned out. How I wish I were at the beach too!
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You are the best story teller! So happy your day wound up being one you could sink your teeth into!
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Thank you, Lynn. I should write a story about how you changed my life!
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Congratulations Cathy. Don’t give up.
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Cathy,you have the one that looks most like a perfect,lovely heart. Be proud!
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The Sharks must be losing their teeth all the time. I’ve never seen one in the beach!!! Only in Florida??
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I really enjoyed your story, dear Cathy and the funny way you say it! :))) Never give up! Tomorrow is another day! Wishing you good luck next time on the beach! Tip: take a lucky charm with you!:)))
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The following comment is from Jim because for some reason his computer would not accept it:
“Cathy, enjoyed reading the day at the beach. While reading, this thought kept popping up: what great grandparents Jackson and Liam have.” – Jim Karis
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Please tell Jim thank you; we think we’re the lucky ones to have such great grandsons!
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It’s the memories collected and not the shark’s teeth collected that counts. linda
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