I Am Susan Meyer

Other than the addict husband, a 16 year old daughter, and the small fact that she is, well, not real, I am Susan Meyer (Teri Hatcher's flighty character on Desperate Housewives, for the uninitiated). The disclaimer to the following story is that I truly believe that it was harder to plan this beach vacation than it was to plan my own wedding. Yesterday we left hours-HOURS-later than I had planned. Turns out I had forgotten to renew the DMV registration for my car. Since we didn't want the pleasure of getting a ticket for expired tags in some random town attempting to find ways to generate revenue, Hubby took care of it immediately.

Thinking it would be more efficient, I decided to pack everything in one giant duffle bag that turned out to be so large and unweildly that I had to unpack and repack. Somehow I didn't pack any food for the Pretty Girl so we had to take a detour through a little speed-trap town to find a grocery store. It was so un-updated that I felt like we just walked into a world where Reagan was still president. It would have been semi-charming except that everyone stared. A lot. We weren't from around there, you see.

When we finally arrived at condo, I couldn't find our reservation info. It wasn't my fault really-after all, it was buried in the massive purse that I decided would conveniently double as a diaper bag. Miraculously, Hubby kept his cool all day...amazing consider that he had a four year old constantly asking, "Are we on vacation yet?," an intermittently grouchy 14 month old, and a really spacey wife. This morning while I lay listening to his very charming snore, I felt this complete wave of gratitude for his Biblical proportion of patience.

But in keeping with my general airheadedness, I realized while on the way to the beach that I had forgotten my sunglasses in the car. Then I decided to go back to our room to get one more tent for the kids (you know, the kind that keeps your kids from actually playing in the sun while at the beach). I walked out of the condo so grateful to finally be headed to the beach. Sunglasses...check, UVA/UVB blocking tent thingy...check, car keys...check, room key...ooops. Thanks to a kind security officer I was soon on my way to join Hubby and the kids on the beach. Right now, the kids are bathed and napping, Hubby is watching TV, and I have discovered that for an internet addict, it is beyond relaxing to be online and listen to the crashing of waves. But I am jonesing for some seafood, and I sure do hope it will be easy getting there.