the crazy test

I was raised to have a healthy amount of self confidence. A belief I could do anything I wanted--I only need try to obtain a goal and my abilities would raise to the occasion. It was only a few years ago when I realized I probably could not be president. (Mainly because my life choices in the past few years haven't really aligned themselves with the average presidential hopeful--not because I lack the ability.) 

You could possibly make the argument that I have significantly more confidence than I have abilities. This, of course, results in me occasionally biting off more than I can chew. I could actually be the poster child for biting off more than I can chew and this month's poster would feature me, beach camping, with no husband and three kids--two of which still sleep in cribs. 

Good idea, right? 

And the worst part? I did it voluntarily. I was not invited. I sought out this golden opportunity. I even goaded/hoodwinked others into joining me on this ideal holiday. I drove 13 hours, each way, just to be a homeless, single parent with hopelessly sleep deprived, sand covered, young children. 

Would I do it again?

When I called Rocky the first night (his morning in Thailand) I told him I had made a huge mistake. When he asked if I would do this again, I laughed out loud, in between fits of tears.

A few days later, after a moderately good night of sleep, I watched my girls playing in the waves while Winst slept in the ergo and thought, "This is it. This is why I came."

Now it has been a week or so and my memory has erased/glossed over a lot of the trip (like the day I had the flu or the epic poop disaster that resulted from one of my unpottytrained children refusing to wear pants for a significant portion of the trip).

E had a blast.
Vi loved the train that went right by our tent (all day/night) and loved playing in the waves 3% of the time.
Winst was a peach, rolled in the sand, ate sand crabs, sucked on kelp and did a lot of snuggling.
Dallin and Hannah came down the second day and played with my kids.
My cousin even flew to Utah so she could drive to California with me and my three kids. She's the best.

So, yeah, I might do it again.

But for no other reason than I am crazy.

And maybe, just maybe, to prove to myself that I could do it, again.




Also, the salt water made Vi look even more like the albino.

Reason enough for the trip.

I will have to find a way to get some salt water for her halloween costume.