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The beach was excellent. We ate sno-balls, taffy, pizza, burgers, but most importantly, we ate lots of shellfish. I'll tell you a secret about Dave: he makes a wicked seafood boil. He's got the system down for when to add what and for how long so that everything comes out steamed to perfection. It's a beautiful thing. We walked on the beach, watched many a pod of dolphins, admired the pelicans (with our mouths closed, of course) as they coasted over our heads. Henry enjoyed playing in the sand, but refused to go near the surf, per usual. Holly was not impressed with the ocean the first day (I think it may have been a little loud) and was *really* not impressed with the sand, but we wore her down gradually, and she spent a good amount of time on the last day with her daddy, sitting in a beach chair down by the water. It was very sweet. I went online and saw that the next week wasn't booked, and Dave and I talked a little bit about me and Holly staying for another week, but it wouldn't have been the same without everyone else there.

Meanwhile, I'm in denial that we're back home. Usually I'm pretty happy to come home after being away, but this trip was definitely an exception. So to pull myself out of my funk, I threw myself into cleaning and tidying the house, the yard, the everything. By Friday I'd worked myself up into such a state that I was nursing a nausea-inducing headache by the time the kids were in bed. I went to bed myself at 8:30. The next night I went to bed at 9. Yesterday I decided to revel in my misery and started to think about breaking up the summer with a few more trips than are on our agenda. I need the change of scenery.