Being the oldest person on this trip to Destin has been trying at times. I pride myself on acting and feeling younger than I am, but I'm usually not tested for days on end. Here - one big test. Fun, fun, fun - all day and night long. It's hard to keep up. Our days start slowly with computer time or the Wii, and then we meander down to the pool just as the sun is highest in the sky. I'm trying out for "Most Responsible Mom" so of course I lather my Scandanavian, fair skinned, blond children before they step into the pool for hours on end, or play on the whitest, most reflective sand I've ever seen. Some might say that the kids are a little, um, cooked. I prefer to say they have some "healthy color".
After pool or beach time, we usually stroll up for a snack and a nap. This is followed by happy hour and dinner preparation. After the kids are asleep, we've even gone swimming down at the pool a few times. This is when I start to peter out. I can't keep up as about 10:00 PM, when the youngsters are just gearing up, I'm shuffling down the hall to my room to collapse from the long and tedious day.
Today, we decided to change things up a bit and this old chick out did herself. We threw in a field trip to "Just Chute Me" - a parasailing company. I figured the name was an omen and made my final decision at the dock. No way. No how. Was ANYONE going to get me to go 800 feet in the sky. How stupid do my friends think I am? "It's easy," they commented and "It's peaceful." Sure, that's how I define "peace" - strapping myself into a nylon strap diaper, attaching myself to a single rope and then getting propelled up into the sky behind a boat that is traveling over shark and sting ray infested waters. Sure. "Peace".
Then Ella got involved. "C'mon, Mama - let's go in the sky," and I melted. I figured it would be a good mother-daughter bonding activity. Kind of like scrapbooking.