We rarely get to go to the beach. It's a little over an hour away from us, so we should go more. But we dont.
My good friend asked me to join her and her boys at her grandma's beach unit for the night last night. So after lunch we headed to the coast. Had lots of fun at the beach in the afternoon, then had fish 'n' chips for dinner. Today we were going to head back to the beach, then the park then Pacific Fair. A HUGE shopping centre.
Well plans changed :(
At 2:30am I awoke to Ella coughing & splattering "that doesn't sound good" I thought. So I quickly turned the light on and ran to her bed to catch the vomit in my hands just in time. YUCK.
So she had a couple of chucks, then slept until 5:30am....
We left the beach at 7:30am to come home. She sleeps in her own bed now. :(
Connor was very sad to leave. I was very sad to leave. It totally sux.
I guess the upside is that I can now do my housework. Is that an upside?