And so we did today.
So. Here's how much Maggie June loves salsa.
No. Seriously. She had it in her eyelashes. And she did not care.
And here's how August eats his guacamole.
Gibson ate his fried cheese sticks with great gusto. The restaurant was out of french fries and I thought he'd throw a hissy but he calmly accepted the news and ate the rice which was substituted.
You just never know.
We all enjoyed our Mexican lunches but Lily developed a pressure headache (her middle ear is still a mess and a torment to her life) and I was driving with her so I chauffeured her and the kids to her house where my car was and we were so grateful to Gibson who, for once, kept the noise level down to below a sonic boom. Then I drove back into Publix to get things for the beach because my husband, my love, is taking me away tomorrow for a three-night vacation on St. George Island where we'll be staying in my favorite funky place which is right on the Gulf and where they haven't changed the furniture since about 1978 and who cares?
Not me, baby.
But I didn't get much in the way of groceries to take because I don't want to be burdened and we can buy anything we need between Doug's Seafood and the St. George Piggly Wiggly. Plus, we can easily drive to the Mexican restaurant in Eastpoint for breakfast if we want to so there is that too. And maybe my sweetie will catch a pompano and I'll cook it for him. I just don't care. I want to sit under the umbrella on the beach with my toes in the water and read and watch my husband fish in the surf. I want to take naps and walk on the beach at sunset. I see that the full moon is tonight but there will be plenty of it left for the next few nights to charm and astound me.
I have to tell you that I feel great huge masses of guilt for not taking all of the kids for the weekend but Mr. Moon keeps saying, "No guilt! We need and deserve time alone!"
And he's right. But one of the things they don't tell you about grandmotherhood is that if you are one of the many who suffer from mother-guilt, your grandmother guilt will be just as bad, if not greater. How could I deny my grands a day or two at the beach? HUH? HOW?
You selfish old woman!
The children reassure me that this is fine, they understand, but I think in my heart of hearts that they are cursing me under their breaths. Because this is the way I am made.
Well. I am just going to fucking deal with it.
Here's a picture Lily sent me this afternoon.
She asked if I thought that this "snack" would hold the boys until dinner.
Those boys have the best mama they could possibly have. As does August.
I may not be taking those kids to the beach this weekend but I gave them some awesome mothers. Decent trade, if you ask me.
That's my first picking of the rattlesnake beans.
I'll go back out and pick again tomorrow before we leave and I feel certain that we'll have enough to cook with some of our potatoes for a real fine meal on St. George island.
I wish you could smell my hallway.
Maybe we'll stop on the way down to the island and pluck some blossoms to put in our little funky love nest.
I'll be reporting in although I'm not sure at all that this place has wifi. It definitely does not have a dishwasher.
Ah well. I think I remember how to deal with that situation. Not a problem. Not one problem at all.