I have mixed feelings about the trip. On the one hand, I love being at the beach more than just about any place else. I love the salt air and water and the wind and the sand. I think there's something in the salt air akin to valium - I tend to be a much calmer person at the beach.
B is still on crutches and will be pretty much useless in terms of packing, loading the car, unloading the car, playing with the kids on the beach, swimming with the kids in the water, lugging back and forth from the beach, etc. So I'm pretty much going to be doing all the same stuff I do here already, but with a better view.
Fortunately, we're sharing the beach house with our neighbors - this is the 7th summer we've done this - and they're incredibly helpful with kids and carrying and such.
I haven't even begun packing yet. In fact, instead of packing tonight, I'm going out for drinks with Wendi, Liz and Jennifer. My plan is to wake up tomorrow, throw a ton of shorts, t-shirts, bathing suits and towels in a bag and hope for the best. The kids will be responsible for whatever books, toys, movies, lovies they want to bring.
I've vowed that while we're gone, I'm going to disconnect from the interwebs - no facebook, no twitter, no e-mail (other than work-related ones). Seven days is a long time to be disconnected, but I think I can do it.
See you in a week.