The Real Labor Day

It’s Labor Day and all I want to do is lay in my bed and sleep, but I can’t.  I don’t feel good, but I promised the kids we would go to the beach this summer.  Well today was the last day of summer, tomorrow school starts, which to me means the end of summer regardless of what the calendar says.  So I had to suck it up and take them to the beach and also today was the last day for the water bus and I had been meaning to take them all summer.

I get up, get everyone dressed, and we wait for the workers to come over so we can go.  Then Oma hears we’re going to the beach and says, she doesn’t want to go.  Great, now we’ve wasted the morning waiting for you and you’re not going.  I packed the kids into the car and off we went.  I got off on the wrong exit, I knew there was something suspect about those directions.  We turned around and went the way I knew, found a place to park, then we had to hoof it to the boat. 

The kids were excited to go to the beach though they didn’t see one nearby.  Then they saw the boat and got super excited.  A boat taking them to the beach.  SCORE!  Greatest mom ever!   

Okay, let’s be honest, not sure if the girls really cared but my boy, he cared and was super ecstatic and how his Labor Day was shaping up.

We got to Mother’s Beach, put out the beach towels, I plopped down while TTT quickly ripped off their clothes, sunglasses, and hats to go play in the water.  I grabbed my phone and called Ashley.  We were all having a ball.  The water wasn’t deep so I didn’t have to be in lifeguard mode.  The girls stayed in one general area just laying down in the waveless water.  Jory ran from the water to the sand digging holes, by himself and with a group of kids.

As I chatted with Ashley watched the joy on my kids’ faces enjoying the warm So Cal sun, it hit me how blessed I truly am.  I’ve got awesome friends who love me.  I have three awesome, healthy kids who love me.  I live in the awesomest city in the world where the sun was hot, but not too hot being down on me.  And I have a God who knows my name and His Son who died to take the blame and I know Jesus is coming back because a promise is a promise and facts are facts.  Life can’t get any better, except if all the slow moving paddle boatters were quarranted to their own little section of the harbor.