Not all of our summer days have been so....beachy.
Let's take today for example.
I wake up and see that it's another beautiful, sunny day.
So we pack up the car and the cooler and deal with a certain cranky kid that is "sick of the beach"
and tells me on the way to the beach that when he's old like me, he's never going to the beach.
I told him that's fine.
We aren't on the beach 5 minutes and it's hitting the fan.
It's too windy, too hot, a beach chair is broken, blah blah blah.
So I pack it up and we go home.
The kids were like..really?
They're conditioned by now to realize that when we go to the beach
we're there to stay.
I get it.
I'm getting a bit cranky too.
Today I thought...I'm ready for them to go back.
And then I thought..
well, then it'll just be me and Griffy..
and the puppy.
We get him in 3 weeks.
I'm starting to get a little nervous.
Like...what have I done?
I did this last year too you know.
I put a down payment on a puppy and then called the breeder the week before
we were supposed to get him and canceled.
Steve says we have more money invested in dogs that we don't own.
But, it's going to work this time.
Is it bad that I'm most excited about the puppy cleaning up all the food
off the floors that Griffy throws?