Today is our last day here in Florida barring we don’t get out tomorrow due to high winds, mechanical problems or a pilot who injurs himself by digging his finger to far up his nose. We did have our first day of temperatures in the 80′s and it was marvelous even with the high winds.
Our last day in Florida did not start off so well, the children rarely wet their beds but when Tucker and Axel do it is always on the same night, for some very odd sardonic reason. I seem to be the only one who thinks this is far beyond coincidental. I changed all the sheets after waking up to Brevitt in my bed again. He opened up his arms in a big stretch and smacked me on my breast. I lay there staring at him to see if it was intentional but he never did open his eyes. I didn’t need to look out the window to know that it was another darkly ominous windy day. The wind howled through the windows like a haunted house in a horror film.
We got ourselves up and went to practice our tennis on the nice clay courts. Axel is just beginning to listen when I tell him to stop sending the ball into left field and Brevitt is not leaving behind face prints in the clay so much anymore. Tucker loved being the fat ball boy filling his t-shirt up with balls. If I tried to tell him to get off the court he would come running to me with his fists extended. I told him that I had the right, as his mother, to tell him what not to do at any given moment without his terrorizing me.
He turned adorable when he had me all to himself at the pool and we practiced his swimming. He really is a good listener but can’t grasp the concept of lifting his head out of the water while he is swimming. Maybe it is his size that keeps dragging him under.
After swimming we discussed what we were going to grow in our new vegetable garden this summer and he suggested, “carrots, hot dogs and mashed potatoes”. As we were talking, Frank Sinatra and all his pals were being played out of the speakers and Tucker felt the need to dance receiving accolades from the three elders who had been doing something closely resembling swimming laps.
I made a friend at the pool and she directed me to the turtle rehabilitation center. We examined all the turtles that had been wounded by fishermen and boats and continued on to the beach to enjoy one last day of wind and waves. The boys will be leaving with war wounds from the stings from all the men of war in the ocean. These jellyfish leave a nasty mark but the boys were determined to have their ocean experience regardless of the dangers.
On the way home Grandma spotted a Greek restaurant but we had to go to Marshall’s first to find an appropriate t-shirt for Tucker who was in need of a shirt without stains on it. We entered the restaurant with the boys who looked, once again, like some crazy Floridian hip hop band. There was a one man band playing Greek music and the boys dragged me to dance with them in front of the diners. It was the first time Brevitt wanted to dance with me in a long time so I consented trying to remain composed and not be as silly as the boys.
We are so sad to leave Grandma and the boys dread going back to me and my strict ways. I will try not to give them too much tough love. I am not ready to put on long underwear and wear my double down again but am ready to get back to my friends on the slopes and be with Wade. He claims that he really misses us even when the kids are screaming in the background when he calls to check in.
I am hoping for an uneventful journey back home but if not, it will be another great blog for tomorrows writing. OOOPAH!
