I'm sorry I've been absent this week. Although I've been home, I've been at the beach. Someone with a poorer grasp of the English language than I might call it a "staycation."
I didn't plan on being away, but my son was in surf camp this week. That's right, surf camp--ensuring that, despite both nature and nurture, my kids will be cooler than their mother.
Surf camp was 9-12 each morning, and the beach is nearly an hour from our house. Two of my son's classmates also were at the camp and had younger siblings at the beach, so we ended up making a day of it. On some days, my kids ate breakfast in the car and only got home in time for dinner. It was like being on vacation but being able to sleep in your own bed.
While that wasn't planned, it's a scenario I might try to replicate in the future. After all, the kids were much happier to have friends to play with all day than they would have been with just their parents. I enjoyed hanging out with the other moms, and we could take turns swimming with or keeping an eye on each other's kids. No hotels or rentals, and we got to return home each night.
And did I mention that my kid learned to surf? Kind of bad ass, don't you think?