Loved the beach. Played in the waves, walked a lot, goofed off.
Came home and crashed. Have a little bit of swimmer's ear.
Bought a new kitchen table.
Had a long rant going about how, for those of us that aren't around young children twenty-four seven anymore, that maybe some nod needs to be made to the fact that they aren't cute all the time, but are often exhausting, loud, and destructive. Decided to just breathe.
Lorna made me bean salad.