The weather for the end of next week on the east coast of Northern Florida: mostly clear to mostly cloudy. Highs in the mid-70s. Lows in the upper 50s.
Yes, it’s that time again: Book Club Beach Trip!
Above is a photo of me in Puerto Rico, but you get the idea.
For me, BCBT means catching up with old friends, drinking too much beer with the goal of getting B.M. tipsy, playing Rook, and long walks on the beach. It also means reading, eating, and sleeping–all three more than the usual!
For you, BCBT means Ash will prolly post photos of scantily-clad beach babes on the bloggie, and I might make an appearance, albeit not scantily-clad, though my blogging will depend on whether or not wireless has spread beyond the local Taco Bell in the small town near the condo yet.
For E-spouse, BCBT means getting a taste of Mommy organizational, cleaning, and cooking skills (checking backpacks, signing forms, remembering who goes where when, grocery shopping and meal planning, carpools, picking up toys). He does a pretty good job, although I do know that the three hours before I get home are typically devoted to the only cleaning that will happen in the four days I’m away.
For the kids, BCBT means emotional meltdowns punctuated by fun schedule changes, like extra video time after school while E’s working and ice cream every night after dinner.
I’ll be around for a couple more days, just thought I’d warn you.
