On Friday, Jon had to start working literally as the sun rose, so I spent the day with the boys.
Alex was doing a medication trial that was pretty much a horrible failure, on the same scale as that time Nate tried Augmentin for an ear infection and screamed an entire night. This sums up how Alex felt most of the day, not to mention finally falling asleep (with us) at 11PM and then getting us up at 4AM. Poor guy.
And... despite a 5% chance of rain, Nate, Alex, and I got stuck in a rainstorm and all of our stuff got soaked, including us. Creepy creep clouds. (Please note: it was in the 70s but Alex was in such a crappy mood that he wanted to wear his winter coat.)
Friday evening crazy fog rolled in and stayed until Saturday morning.
The rest of Saturday was ridiculously awesome. Hours and hours on the beach, warm warm warm (low 70s!!!), and two kids crazy enough to swim in January.
Now that the hot tub has been cleaned and serviced, we let them warm up in it after getting in the freezing Atlantic. And after a dinner of nachos, the whole family got in after sunset. I've never been a fan of hot tubs because I get dizzy quickly. But a hot tub set at 95 on the ocean with a view of a pier and a glass of white wine and tons of stars and hearing waves crash? FAN FOR LIFE.
Sunday morning Nate woke up, refused to get off the couch, and then puked everywhere. He stayed on the couch until the afternoon. Jon and I alternated between working jobs, working on the beach house, and getting more outside time with Alex.
Between Friday being hard for Alex and Sunday being hard for Nate, it would have been easy to come away from this weekend with a less than positive attitude.
How I choose to see the weekend? We are at the beach!!!!!!!!!!!! I feel giddy with the memories we will make over the years as a family, even if some of those memories including puking and no sleep. Metaphor for life, right?