Back in October, I wrote a post about why you should go to the beach then.
Six months later and I was back at the beach. But I won't be writing a post about why you should go in April. Because you shouldn't. Unless you want to freeze your chi-chi's off.
We headed to Tybee Island last Thursday, full of enthuisasm and optimism. The forecast didn't look great but, come ON, it was the BEACH! We'd be fun, right?
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
We stayed long enough for me to drink - and by drink I mean guzzle - ONE beer. Just ONE! And that was too long.
It rained the next two days.
Cleared up and was bright and sunny for Easter Sunday. The temperatures were still only in the 60's but we had to go back anyway. This will probably be the only beach trip my kids and I get this year so we wanted some sun and sand.
It was still chilly but that didn't phase the kids AT ALL. They ran straight for the water, splashed around, and had a good time. Never mind that Mom over here was yelling, "don't get more than your feet in!"
They had fun, though, and that's all that reall matters. I won't mention the fact that both Jaidan and Karis have been coughing and "snotting" since Monday morning . . .