17 Jul

Weekending

Posted by: Lizzie

We arrived in the evening on Friday. Of course, Dad wanted to show us his “surprise” (that I already knew about via The Sister Hotline). The surprise was a small above-groud pool that was slightly reminiscent of the one we swam in that summer our parents dumped us with the Grandparents. I didn’t get to swim in it all weekend, but that was my choice.

Anyway, we unloaded the van, looked at the pool for a second, then got the kids ready to swim. I mostly sat in the house with Simon and watched television while the kids swam.

We really didn’t do much Friday night except eat the grilled food and listen to stories about what cost how much and the good deals they got on the pool & deck installation.

After several attempts, we finally managed to watch “The Big Lebowski” on their On Demand. By then it was almost 1:00 a.m., so I ended up nodding off several times and don’t really know what happened.

Saturday morning, Dad & Terry went to play golf and we went down to River Street to get Jamie’s dad a birthday present. It was ungodly outside, so we walked into just about every shop for the sake of cooling off. Simon was perfectly happy despite the heat and even managed to nurse in the wrap for the first time. It was strange walking around with an infant attached to my boob, but it was better than sitting in a loud restaurant or just sitting outside period.

Once we got back to their house, we had to wait a few minutes for them to get home and then Dad went to get some lunch for us. After lunch, Dad & Terry watched Corey swim while Jamie, Aiden, Simon and I took a nap. We slept until about 3:30 and then got ready to go to the beach.

I was beside myself with nervousness (partly because I forgot my zoloft) about taking Simon to the beach. By the time we got there, though, it was 5:00 and the sun was on the wane. The only real threat was the wind, and I kept him shielded. He nursed twice while we were there and when he wasn’t nursing, he was chillin in the stroller. Aiden made a friend with a little girl and Corey stayed in the ocean almost the whole time. I went down to the water to put my feet in, but the farthest I got was up to my knees. I couldn’t see my feet, so my jellyfish fear took over and I had to get out.

We started back to the house around 7:00 and Jamie took the boys in the shower with him to wash off all the sand. I nursed Simon again. After I got out of the shower, we basically farted around the house while Terry cooked the “low country boil.” Corey watched “The Lion King” for the first time (as did Jamie since I’ve never been willing to watch it with him). We didn’t actually eat dinner until almost 10:00, but Corey perked up when he learned how to peel his own shrimp. Aiden declared the shrimp “yucky” so his dinner consisted of two ears of corn and chocolate chip cookies.

We left Sunday morning after breakfast.

I’d characterize this weekend as a bragfest. Most of the conversation was dominated by my dad’s wife, who talked nonstop about how Aiden and one of her other grandkids would “get along great” because they both liked to climb and run around naked. I wanted to state that any normal three-year-old likes to climb and run around naked. My dad, when Terry wasn’t around, talked to me about me a little. He actually asked after my business once and I managed to get a word in edgewise.

I don’t mind visiting Savannah, but it takes the two-and-a-half hour drive for me to prepare myself. I have to be ready to listen, listen, listen. Terry talks all the time, all about her kids, her grandkids, and other stuff. By the time we got to the last day, she was actually talking about other things but we were already leaving and didn’t get to enjoy not hearing about other people.

One thing is always good about going on vacation, though: it really makes you appreciate being home.

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