With only three weeks to go, we’ve been filling our time with as many activities as possible. There is nothing worse than running out of things to do before a move and just sitting at home, staring at boxes and thinking about all of the things you would like to get out of them. Especially for a three year-old who will suddenly think of toys she hasn’t played with in over a year, but will need it RIGHT NOW or the world will end. WHERE IS MY SQUEEKY GIRAFFE?!?
So I finally gave in and we spent a day at the beach.
The beach was, um, ok. I think if I were able to just sit quietly and read a book I might enjoy it, but as it is I am much more terrified of the giant waves whisking my little girl away to a watery grave and the weird germs that are most definitely lurking in the sand just waiting to make someone sick. Ok, so maybe I like the beach as long as I don’t have to touch the beach.
Oddly, I feel much calmer by lakes. I am from Michigan after all.