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Beach Bound

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So I didn’t blog last night because I fell asleep at 8:30 after a pretty good cry.

I’m not even sure I was crying about what actually made me initially cry, it was more of an emotional purge that just needed something to set it off. I can’t remember the last time I cried like that. Normally I’m a sap but it’s over happy things like seeing the kids play nice, a feel-good commercial or a song. Last night though, I just lost it on the phone with The Husband.

I’m not going to get into it. There’s just some things I need to deal with on my own and this is one of them. No one died or anything, it’s hard to explain.

Before my cry-fest, yesterday was a pretty good day! I KILLED it at the gym and came home on cloud 9. Even posting this on Facebook.

I then worked through the morning before taking the afternoon off. Ryan and I ended up hitting the Indian buffet for a late lunch.

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I was so proud of him! He tried a little bit of everything.  He’s officially now more adventurous in the food department than his Dad and when I told him how much I loved Indian but never have anyone to go with he said, “Well I’ll come with you! It’s good!”

I took him once before a few years ago but he didn’t like it as much back then. My stubbornness will end up making these kids diverse eaters because I just won’t give up exposing them to new things. I wish I took a picture of Evan trying a grape yesterday. He has never really liked fruit but it hasn’t stopped me from having him try things when we eat them as a family. He always takes one bite, nods no, and hands it back to me. Well yesterday he popped a whole grape in his mouth and when he bit down his face was priceless!

Anyway, after our Indian feast I took both boys bowling. We had a blast! Ryan beat me fair and square one game by one pin. He was ecstatic and I was reminded how fast he’s growing up.

Today I was pretty mopey. I couldn’t hit the gym in the morning because The Husband was away so I rearranged the day a bit. Then Evan got sick.

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We’ve been taking it easy ever since, slowly packing and doing laundry for our traditional week at the beach.

We leave tomorrow and we couldn’t be more excited. The kids are ready for the beach, The Husband needs a vacation from work and I’m just ready for some sun. Our beach week is by far my favorite time of year and as the kids get older it’s been getting more and more fun. Ryan and I have already been planning morning beach workouts we can do together.

I didn’t keep my food journal these past two days and truth be told I comforted myself with food after last night’s crying session. Chocolate doesn’t really make everything better but it helps. Somehow.


It really doesn’t help but I refuse to feel guilty about enjoying some nonpareilles after a stressful day.

I plan on posting at least a few times from the beach. We are going to make our traditional stop at the farmers market on the way so I can stock our rental with some fresh produce. I’m also bringing my running shoes. I feel like I haven’t run in ages. I miss it yet I’ve been unmotivated to get my butt out the door. I’m hoping this trip inspires me to get out there a bit more.

Well, that’s all I have in my tonight. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer. Time to get back to the laundry.

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There are 12 comments so far.


    July 10, 2015

    Sounds like this vacation is coming at the perfect time. Sorry last night ended crappy but tomorrow is a new day – And a day during your favorite week of the year. Enjoy your time away and try and relax.


    July 10, 2015

    Sometimes a good cry can allow the anxiety of a situation out for me. Enjoy your vacation!


    July 10, 2015

    Sometimes we all need a good cry to get it out of out system. Better before your trip then during. If youre traveling to where you have in years past there’s some beach yoga in the morning and there’s some in the evening nearby if you’re interested. The center for health and healing NJ does them. Have a great trip!


      July 11, 2015

      Thanks for reminding me!!

    Enjoy your vacation! Sounds like it’s coming just at the perfect time.

    I look forward to the time when my kids are older and we can actually relax a little at the beach again :)


      July 11, 2015

      The baby years were fun for a whole different reason but now they look forward to it too. I love it!


    July 11, 2015

    My daughter is almost 12 and had a higher score than me when we bowled a couple weeks ago! Sheesh! Lol I hate those crying sessions that seem so huge at the time but really aren’t even about what we were crying about. Only another woman could begin to understand that sentence. Ha! Have a great beach vacation.


      July 11, 2015

      Ha! I think you’re right. The Husband didn’t get it. lol


    July 11, 2015

    Have fun. I will try not to email you too too often :-)


    July 11, 2015

    Agreed with everybody else. Today is a new day, and I hope you are encouraged today. Don’t be too hard about last night . . . <3


    July 11, 2015

    Gah. I know that emotional feeling so well. Hope your week at the beach is a blast!

    Tracy Hansen

    July 13, 2015

    I understand the crying thing. It happens to me when I get super overwhelmed with too many responsibilities. I just crack. Eventually I get up and brush off and kick butt, but the crack must happen first. Glad you made it off to the beach with your boys. Have a great time and don’t worry about your blog family. We will be fine.