Submerged

After a week and almost a half at the beach - today was a day of challenges - getting my mind around getting the kids out of the house was the major one. We finally did the "divide and conquer" and Bill and William went to Lowe's to get stuff to fix the yard/driveway and Thomas, James and I went to the beach.  The very act of going to the beach involves great effort and lots of stuff -  bathing suits, swim shirts, sunscreen, more sunscreen, buckets, shovels, towels, chairs and an umbrella and anchor if someone has an open hand. Oh and don't forget some water and a cooler as it is SO HOT!  The Lowe's trip was necessary as the yard is torn up because we have had the new plumbing line run- no more septic. This gives Bill the project he had been looking for but hadn't quite found until today.

Once at the beach, we all relax.  The laundry, grocery list, phone calls and dog hair on the floor can wait. The boys dart off to the water and I settle in my chair. Today I decide to go all in and play with the boys in the waves, instead of standing close by and watching and holding a hand when needed.  It seemed easier to just stand and watch. I was still in the water when the boys took a break and I submerged myself while they were building sandcastles. It cooled me down and washed away the strain. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

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