7 Week Old at the Beach?

>> Tuesday, July 12, 2016

To go or not to go . . . that is the question.

Truth: We don't have scads of money just waiting around to use on a vacation. But we're tired, people. Tired of the same old scenery. I'm particularly tired since I've woken up in our house and spent the bulk of my days/nights here basically every day since last August (yay for coaching taking up all weekends!). I mean, I am thankful, too. Thankful to have a nice place to live and food to eat and all that jazz.

I just crave that feeling of "Ahhhhhh -- vacation!" and I'm looking for it anywhere I can get it before the next year of sports madness begins. (Yes. This is a first-world problem.)

I started scoping out nearby lake spots for a quickie weekend vacation. Most are booked up at this point and require more than just a couple days stay to reserve. Then we thought we'd go to my parents' place for a "vacation" of sorts in my hometown while they're away in Maine. That idea is still on the table. But then yesterday my fingers wandered over to VRBO and I was looking up rentals in Cape May -- aka our favorite place on Earth. All I could find was a lonely basement apartment. It's actually remotely affordable and looks clean enough (recently renovated) to get the job done. And it would allow us to stay only 5 nights, which is all we have since Stephen has a summer class he's taking.



Stephen is less than enthused about the idea of vacationing with a (at that point) 7-almost-8-week old. Do you guys think it's crazy? I'm not so sure. We're having to wean Ada off her naps before school starts in September. So -- in a way -- this trip would be unencumbered. We'd be free to explore around whenever it made sense without having to stop back for the mid-day rest. And did I mention I want to do this trip, in part, especially for her? She's had such a rough time since the baby came home and the ocean is her favorite thing ever. I'd be like a special thing to do before she's off to kindergarten all day.

Yeah, our expectations would need to be adjusted. Yeah, we'd have to change the hours we'd spend on the beach. Yeah, there will be blood, er, I mean crying. At night. In the day. In the hours in between. But it'd be the same old stuff we're dealing with now . . . with the ocean as the backdrop. With the breeze wafting by and sand getting into any and all crevasses. With the sweet, er, pungent smell of sea soaking into our t-shirts. All the goodness that could carry us through till next summer rolls around.

Who here has taken a vacation with a 2-month-old (or thereabouts) baby? We have absolutely no experience. We did take a 7-month-old baby for three nights to a hippie music festival. Camping, no less. So, I mean -- it's GOT to be easier than that? Or what if it rains and we're stuck in a basement apartment the whole time? My inner pessimist is coming out. Gah...

Please tell me the good, bad, ugly. (And anything we might not be considering.)

Please make this decision for me!

Should we just dive in?

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