Momma got drunk.
Let me rewind a bit to earlier in the day, or the middle of the night rather.
So, Ethan wakes up crying. He feels feverish, so I am freaking out because naturally, I forgot to pack Motrin, Tylenol or any fever-reducing pain medication. I put him into bed with Daddy, and after seeing he is settled in, I crawl into his bed. A bed, which by the way, was too small for me, not that it matters…I’ll be up all night fretting over every possible sick scenario from ear infections from the ocean water to strep throat to malaria (yes malaria) and what we will do if his fever spikes to dangerous levels, because we have NO CAR!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Would daddy dearest run to the local Circle K? It’s only a few miles…in the middle of the night. Maybe if I bribe him with coffee…? I am getting a headache from trying to strain my eyes to see to the back of the RV to see if little man is sleeping or not. Then I toss and turn, worrying every scenario and praying fervently that everything be okay.
Finally, dawn arrives. I wake up to the dulcet sounds of little man driving everyone crazy again. Yes! Life is good. Everything is back to normal. Thank you, God.
AND….our rental car has arrived!!!! Woo hoo!!! Now we can spread our fun over the entire coast! The hubby takes the car to get his precious coffee. And for all you haters out there that sympathized with his addiction, when we get back I’m sending you all on a road trip together with him! And another thing, oh Father of mine, yes there are things I love, like, admire and adore about my husband. HOWEVER, I cannot believe that you have not in all these years met the hulking figure that goes with him everywhere…his EGO. Yes, even he will admit this is true, and has even discussed the gravitational pull of reflective surfaces. He married me for the express purpose that I keep him humble. Believe me, no one else could put up with him like I do or vice versa. SOOOOO there!
Whew. I needed to get that off my chest. Moving on now… Where was I?
Oh yes, so we load up our nice rental car (no seriously it really is nice) and head down to the beach. This beach is even prettier and better than the last one, so we are all in heaven. And before we headed to the beach, we stocked up at Walmart with chairs, an umbrella, snacks and loaded up the cooler with beverages.
There was one terrifying moment when I lost Ethan. In the waves. As he was pulled under. With no lifevest or other life-saving flotation devices. I felt like a momma tigress fighting through that undertow to reclaim my son! He finally surfaces after what looked like a whirlpool sucking him under, and I yank him up and immediately sooth him as he belches from his toes and gags (I’ll admit I did kinda offer up a prayer that he not throw up on me). Then daddy came out (finally, what the heck!) and took him back to our mini beach camp. A few minutes later, little man was back out shaking his fist and screaming at the waves. Ok there tough guy. Meanwhile, mom sank down into a puddled heap and almost wept from relief.
We decide finally we’ve had enough, so we head back to our little home away from home. Shower, change and head down to the Harbor Walk Village, which is this quaint little shopping mecca with everything from designer clothes, to live birds, to fish-gutting. We ate at this restaurant called Harry T’s. It was scrumptious, and yes for the first time all vacation we broke our vegetarian rule. Couldn’t be helped. When in Rome. And all that jazz. I ordered this drink called the big top. It looked like a fish bowl with sparklers in it and fruit decorating the edges. This thing was massive. I drank about a 1/3 of it, and I was tipsy. Well, ok…drunk. We had a great time, the girls picked on daddy and Ethan was a prince. Then we got a visit from Giggles the Clown (the scary clown with the smokers cough and the terrifying cackle). But she said balloon animals and face painting, so Ethan was in! She painted his face like a pirate, and gave him a balloon sword with a holster. Aye matey, he looked like a right good pirate on the high seas! She even made daddy a matching sword. As we were walking around the little village, Ethan wanted my mirror, and then he proceeded to walk while staring at himself as we tried to help him navigate since he wasn’t watching where he was going. He is truly his father in every way 🙂
We headed back to the RV, and all fell exhausted into our tiny little uncomfortable beds (oh, after giving Ethan some chewable motrin tablets, we were taking no chances this time).
Next up: Shell Island