I physically relax the moment I pull into the laneway that leads to this cottage on the lake. Gorgeous sunsets, the tallest of trees. Cell service? Sometimes. My revelation, I’m secretly glad when the cells don’t work.
If you have a sand beach, a bucket plus 2 pails, and two girls, you are set for hours. No other entertainment required. I actually read two books! Twilight and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.
I worry too much about what I look like in a bikini. It became glaringly obvious by the other Hot Mama’s strutting their extra bits of stuff, nobody cares! I will learn to love my curves
and the box of macaroons I rode in on, if it kills me.
Cottages in the woods have been the setting for too many horror flicks. Dum dum dummm. Hubby had to work, so I was alone for a couple of nights. Cue the scary music. One sleepless evening, I went “Axe Murderer Hunting” at 3am. With a golf club. Yeah, cause that’s gonna save us. The mysterious thump and running footsteps that had me holding my breath? She was a big ole raccoon. Bitch.
I was a weird kind of proud when I bought my baby this:
Quality beachside reading….. Jonas Brothers, Camp Rock 2. Gotta start somewhere! We had some interesting conversations about tampons and break-ups. My girls make me smile.
The Great Lakes smell a wee bit fishy. This is normal. If there is some added fishy funk filling your nose LOOK for the floater. Find it before it finds you. Shiver and ick.
Winds can kick out of nowhere on these nearly deserted beaches. So when you look up and see an umbrella hurtling at you at 40 mph …….go ahead and be a girl. Duck and squeal. Let some beach hunk fulfill his destiny, let him be the hero and chase that bad boy down.
Vacations may be stressful what with the packing and car rides, overeating (me) and “What’s to eat Mom”(them), but these are the moments my girls will remember forever.
I already can’t wait for next year.