Emerald Coast At Last: She Said – Day 3

Since inquiring minds want to know, the answer is yes.  We did sleep in the RV on night 2, and the kids slept with no problems.  Everytime hubby and I would move, we would smack each other.  I never thought I would hear the day he would say he missed the “Great Wall of China” aka the body pillow nestled snuggly in the middle of our bed at home.  He scoots down the bed as he sleeps, I never knew this.  In a kingsize bed at home with “the barrier”, I don’t know what he does over there, and now that I know, I miss my bed more than ever!  Other things I’ve learned about my husband on this vacation.  He’s OCD.  Seriously, are there drugs for this condition?  It started small.  He touches the air conditioning control knob about every couple of minutes.  I know what you are thinking, big deal right?  Well after 16 hours in an RV, that cute little tic starts to take on ginormously annoying significance.  At one point, I snap “the setting on that knob hasn’t changed since we left Dallas, quit touching it!!!!”  To which he replies, “what’s it to you?”  To which I reply, “Your mom!”.  Yeah, I don’t know what that means either, this is just what we’ve been reduced to.  But it’s not just that, let me recap for you:

1) When we stopped at the hotel, he asked if I thought we’d even be able to get a room, after we checked in, he worried aloud about where to park the RV and if it was “allowed”.  Once we parked the RV, he closed every curtain and hid every article not nailed down.  Then he circled the RV 3 times making sure the locks he’d already locked and double checked were locked, while I stand there exhausted, hot and waiting…not patiently.

2) While traveling in the RV: “Did the kids shut the fridge?”  “Did they shut it all the way so the latch catches?” “Did you turn off the water pump?” “Did you say you turned off the water pump?” “What is that noise?” “They aren’t messing with the air controls back there are they?”  In addition to the 5o repetitive and annoying questions, he keeps touching that damn knob. 

3) Everytime he passes the air conditioning unit, he checks the settings.  Everytime he passes the fridge, he checks the settings.  When we went to Hooters, with cars in the parking lot, and a dude on his cell phone, he asks me “do you think they are open?”  OPEN?  Is he serious?  It’s 6pm on a Sunday night.  If I could go 1 hour without someone asking me a pointless stupid question, I would think I had died and gone to heaven.

Last night before crawling into bed he asks me if I think he should check to make sure the suitcase bins are locked.  I couldn’t resist so I said…”I’m sure it will be fine.” (pause) “Of course, if someone’s steals our luggage, you’ll be kicking yourself for not checking” (pause) (insert hubby curse word here: readers choice) and then my giggles as he gets up and goes to check if he locked them.  Ah…good times.

But I digress…  After our first night in the RV, we pack up and head out, Emerald Coast next stop!  Yay!!!  But first we have to do some souveneir shopping, and as luck would have it right down the street is “The Souveneir Shop”, yes that it’s name!  It’s bright pink, with a big shark busting out the side of the wall. Perfect.  After dropping 100 bucks on cheesy local trinkets, we head back the other way to look for a Starbucks.  Hubby hasn’t had his coffee yet, and that vein in his right temple is starting to pulsate. 

Ruh-roh.

We can’t find the starbucks.  I nervously glance in his direction.  Oh, not good.  Bad idea! I quickly avert my gaze lest he catch me watching him.  I like being alive.

So then he asks if we should just head back to the I-10 and get coffee there somewhere on our way out.  I made the Starbucks suggestion, and have suffered through his angry coffee-deprived outbursts, sullen silences, and irritated mutterings, not to mention “THE VEIN”, I am not making any more suggestions or decisions at this point.  And that’s what I tell him.  Yeah, that didn’t go over well.  Then the first exit off the highway with gas stations offering his personal manna, yeah closed due to construction, next stop 12 miles.  Oh good grief.  He might kill us all. 

Next exit, there is what I called a quaint little Exxon station, hubby said something along the lines of “I doubt this dump and the yahoo who runs it even has coffee!” as he slams out of the RV.  I put my headphones on, enough of this business.

Did anyone know that pretty much the entire drive between Mobile and Destin is done over water?  Which means…bridges?  Did I mention my fear of bridges already? 

Finally, we arrive at the Geronimo RV Park!  I am happy to report, that we have a concrete slab, and the bathrooms are better than some hotels I’ve stayed at…YAY!!!!  We get all hooked up and head to the beach about 2 blocks away.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Now this is a beach!!!  We had hours and hours of fun, it was so pretty, and it was good to laugh and relax and enjoy my kids.  Even hubby was able to relax for about 5 minutes without worrying about something and enjoy himself.  He was exceptionally good at body surfing. 

Ethan loved it.  He built sand castles, and his sister buried his legs, and he enjoyed the waves crashing around him. 

Libby enjoyed the boys.  At one point the waves crashed into her and she almost lost her bikini top and I think several boys in the vicinity almost got whiplash trying to look.  Poor Em got knocked around silly, and I think drank half the ocean water.  At one point after bragging that I hadn’t yet lost my footing, a big wave knocked the wind out of me and smacked me into Linds, causing her to do a face plant in the water and nearly drown.  Oops…sorry dear.  She got a good laugh though that I finally got swept away.

We finally decide we should head back to the RV.  In case it wasn’t obvious that we aren’t RV folk, the pizza delivery man showed up to deliver our pizza, all the RV’ers who were out grilling and cooking shot my husband dirty looks.  Whatever, haters!

Our rental car will be here in the morning thank goodness. 

We are all tucked in, I’m thinking maybe I’ll actually get some sleep when….

Ethan starts to cry….

To be continued….

3 thoughts on “Emerald Coast At Last: She Said – Day 3

  1. Oh my Oh my!!!! Have I said how much I love this adventure your on and in my mind I’m thinking I’m so glad it’s you not me. Because the things that are so funny to us all I am sure in the moment aren’t, but we can all relate and join in in your frustration.
    I Love the cliff-hanger – I’m laughing and then say “OH NO” what happened.

  2. All that matters is….you’re all still alive and talking to each other. I would hate to see the body count rise.

    Have fun, and thanks for blogging!!!

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