I still have sand allover my house...

I hope at least a few of you noticed there was no post yesterday! I was gone all day at Huntington Beach with the Fabulous Moms of RC. There were a lot of us, over 20 including the kids! As I sat repeatedly rinsing sand off of the apple Mica was devouring, completely paranoid she would ingest some weird strain of bacteria, I remembered how going to the beach used to be... It used to be that I would throw on a tiny bikini, grab a towel and every issue of Cosmopolitan laying around my trashed room, lay out all day, throw on a sundress and go party after. Now I squeeze into my one-piece, pack my entire house into the mini-van, grab my Runner’s World magazine that ends up forgotten in a heap of dirty towels, and drag it all half a mile to a spot, only to drag it all back with a 30 pound toddler on my hip and an extra 10 pounds of sand. While we were at the beach a few of us Mommy’s watched the junior lifeguards running down the beach, overtly coveting their crazy flat tanned abs. As jealous as we may be, we would never trade them for the world. Well of course we would trade the abs, but not for the kids! Well maybe just one of them.... Anyway I am sure just as many of those young ladies were sneaking glances at my adorable kids and just praying, that maybe one day, they will have chubby sandy babies of their own to chase. Or maybe they were wondering why I was following one of them with a bottle of water repeatedly washing an apple? The fact remains that while the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, I’m perfectly happy with my little patch of dirty sand.