Now that it’s daytime and the sun is shining, it feels so peaceful to be in this deserted part of the beach.
Besides, my boys are SO FREAKIN LOUD that if we had neighbors, I’d expect our doorbell to be ringing non-stop, frantic poundings on the doors to our decks, people shouting rude comments from their decks, threatening notes, and dogs being allowed to poop right at the bottom of the stairs that lead from our house to the sand.
All in a very pointless effort to get my kids to BE QUIET.
Even the fisherman who chose to park his truck about 50 yards down the beach from us seems to agree.
Dirty looks, I know that’s what he’s shooting us when he keeps turning to look at the house(tonight I’ll be convinced he was plotting to come back and get us).
Maybe I should apologize for my boys, who are loud enough to scare fish away from the shore.
Thanks for all the reassuring comments. Mommybrain’s ladle comment- if you haven’t read that story, you need to go find it on her blog as it is heeee-larious.
I also noticed that the time stamp is way off on here. I was not freaked out by 5pm.
It takes until at least 9pm for me to turn into a paranoid chickenshit.