It was not easy finding my way back to the blogger site and log on. I felt like I traveled to the moon and back. I wrote a few paragraphs and lost it all. In this case, I felt like I came back to Earth after a trip to the moon and forgot something very important there. So, I went back to get it...
I do not have any rock climbing, marathon running, sky diving experience to share. My story is simple. We went fishing last summer in a spot near the Narragansett beach. Usually, it was fun and relaxing. This time, we went with my three children: Cheyenne (13 years old daughter with autism), Avery (3 years old son), and Evan (1.5 year old son). Was I crazy? Yep.
The spot had big rocks for us to walk on. Most of them were flat. I stayed further away from the crashing wavers, of course. Although far away from the water, it was still very nerve wrecking for me because I was constanly keeping my eyes on the children. Fighting for their turn, the boys asked me to carry them again and again. Cheyenne would pace around back and forth. We looked at puddles of water which got trapped in between rock crevices and searched for any signs of life. Although this is a fishing trip, I technically did not get to do any fishing. I was the observer and person who explained everything that happened. As fun as it was, it was exhausting to be on constant alert for any possible danger.
After we packed up, we stopped by a local food venue for some clam cake and calamari. We ate it on the way home. About five minutes into the ride home, my head and the children's heads leaned to one side and our mouths open. We all fell asleep, except for driver (my husband), of course. When we got home, it was a relief, but the task of washing up everybody still hung heavily in my head. Although the trip was not physically demanding, the idea of being on high alert sure was tiresome... Home, sweet home, that was all I could think.
