As I’m typing this, my over-tired four year old is sitting on the bed next to me screaming her head off. Why? Because that’s what she does when she’s exhausted and not getting her way. She screams her adorable little head off. Hell hath no fury like a grumpy, sleep-deprived Marley.
So why, oh why, did we decide to go tent camping on the beach? I honestly thought it would be a blast. I pictured us roasting marshmallows and falling asleep to the sound of the waves. I even brought my Kindle along thinking I might be able to lounge around and read some. HA to the HA to the HAHAHAHAHAHA! I am an idiot.
Our first day at the beach was great! We got there with just a couple of hours of daylight left and the kids stayed in the waves until sunset. The wind was crazy strong, but Henry managed to get the tent up, minus the cover, which wasn’t working right for some reason. No biggie, I thought, until THE WORLD’S BRIGHTEST, MOST ENORMOUS FULL MOON EVER IN THE HISTORY OF SPACE came out like a 500 watt nightlight. At first it was beautiful. We all looked up with oooohs and ahhhhhs. Two hours later, when none of us could fall asleep because of the light coming in, we were over the beauty and starting to get grumpy. Marley, especially. Eventually we all fell asleep, but when the early morning sun popped up, it felt like we had barely napped. Roxy and Kai were troopers – as soon as we got up and moving, they were fine. Marley dragged herself around, though, refusing to put her bathing suit back on (“IT’S STILL WETTTTTTTTT!”) or eat breakfast (“I WANT CEREAAAAAAAAL!”) or walk thirty feet from our campsite to the ocean (“MY LEGS ARE TOOOOOOOO TIRED!”) Henry and I took turns hanging out with her, while the other went out into the waves with the big kids. She alternated being okay and being a total nightmare the rest of the day. “Surely, after such a long, grumpy day, she’ll fall asleep and stay asleep all night,” I thought.
Apparently we went camping during Week of the Insanely Bright Moons, so our second night was just as sleepless as the first and our second morning just as frustrating. It wasn’t all horrible, though. We found a few things to cheer her up – making s’mores, hunting for sand crabs, trying to catch the tiny fish swimming at the shoreline. When a big storm rolled in on the third day, though, we weren’t the least bit upset. We were all ready to head home.
Next time, we’ll be bringing a tent cover that works, a very soft air mattress for the four year old Queen of Sleep, a couple of sleep masks to cover our eyes and maybe some sleepytime tea. And by “some,” I mean GALLONS. Live and learn, friends.
Scroll down for some photos from the happier moments!
WORLD SCHOOL | PADRE ISLAND, TEXAS
Every year when we go to the beach, Roxy and Kai take a “jumping in the waves” photo. Here are some of my favorites from the last few years (and this years photo, below!)