Saturday, March 5, 2011
I sent J an e-mail at work Friday morning: "Let's go, beach, you, me and Isabel, tonight." It was such a nice break! Yes, I don't do much outside of housework and baby growing, but it was still a nice break. We went further north than we usually do and stayed at a bit of a dive (yet it had resort in its name) in a small town. The restaurants had slow service and the people above us decided to party like (relatively tame, but too loud for us) rock stars half the night, but it was still nice to go away.
We broke lots of rules. We didn't plan the trip or set a budget. I allowed myself a caffeinated beverage, Isabel was allowed to jump on and off the bed, and even stay and cuddle for a while (she is not allowed on any furniture at home) and we called the front desk on the upstairs group and when that didn't quiet them down J stood on our bed and hit the ceiling loudly and repeatedly. Okay, that last one isn't really a rule, but it felt risky as there were more of them than us and they were intoxicated.
The weather was nice considering it's early March (Who am I kidding. Oregon beach weather is never nice. At least this time around it was tolerable. I've had to wear a down jacket on the beach in August before). It rained on the drive out and in, but it didn't rain while we were there. We went for a long walk on the beach after breakfast this morning which wore Isabel (and me) out before the long drive home.
I have a cold, which the windy beach air worsened, and my hips, pelvis and back hurt from the drive (it was only two hours out, but ouch!) and I'm sleep deprived, but I'm glad we went.Pin It
Posted by Angela at 4:12 PM