And when I say not one single fun thing, I sincerely mean it.
On Monday morning, I announced to Jude that our plan for the day was to clean his room. The excitement brought about by this announcement was...minimal. We then proceeded to clean his stinking room for TWO DAYS. We took the entire room apart, dusted, and put it all back together again. The back of my car is now filled with 7 bags of stuff we're giving away! Not fun, but very productive.
Wednesday, I did the same thing to Jimmy and my bedroom, and Thursday, I hit the laundry room, also known as the pit of hell. Our home is now much happier.
So when I got the email from my friend Melissa, rallying the troops for our first Beach Friday of the year, we were ready with a capital R. That would be Ready.
For those of you who have forgotten, or are new to Second Blooming, or simply have something better to do with their lives than remember every detail about mine, Beach Friday is a tradition amongst my little group of LA friends. Every Friday through the summer, we all head out to Santa Monica for a day of fun in the sun. Same place, same time, same group. We've been doing it for...6 years now? Could that be right? Is this our 7th? Dang.
The group grows and shifts and ebbs and flows, but there's always a stalwart group of regulars, who show up June Gloom or shine. I like to believe that it's something that the kids will all cherish as they grow up, this little group of families. The kids grow...
...as do I. You'll notice that there are no recent Beach Friday pictures of me in a swimsuit. I do, however, still wear that same red hat.
It's all very Californian. SoCal moms all roll with the back of the car filled with the beach gear. Every summer, I fill my little car with the beach chair, the umbrella, Jude's boogie board, extra towels and the Cal Mom magic secret - baby powder. For those uninitiated, baby powder is something of a miracle when it comes to sand removal. You get to the parking lot after a long day of fun in the sand, put down a beach towel and make the kids stand on it, then rub them down with baby powder. The sand slides right off. All over the parking lot you'll find little puddles of baby powder. For years, Jude called it "baby power", and I thought it was so cute that I never corrected him!
On Friday, in my mad scramble to get out of the house with both Jude and his friend Jackson, and all the beach gear, so I could make it to an audition and then to the beach by noon, I somehow managed to forget my iPhone. Yes, you read that right. I forgot my iPhone. To which I am a slave. From 10:00 am to 5:00 pm, I was phoneless. It was terrifying. I was sure that I was missing very, very much. When we finally got home, I dashed to the phone in a panic.
Guess how many people had called me? No really, guess. Wrong. Two. That's right, TWO phone calls in 7 hours. From Mommy and Jimmy, no less. No one was desperately seeking me. I had missed absolutely nothing.
I think this needs to be a lesson to me. Let Beach Friday be my little mini vacation. Forget about demands. Just hang with my homies in the sun. Relax. Maybe I'll leave my phone home every week.