When I picked RJ up from school Friday, he asked if we could go to the beach and continued to ask most of the way home. *Turns out he wanted to play with a beach ball he got at a carnival at an actual beach* I told him no and that trips to the beach took a lot of planning *who would keep our dogs* and Mommy hadn’t made plans for that. Our plans for the weekend included Aloft, a hot air balloon festival, planting flowers and relaxing at home.
Our Saturday began as I planned. We woke up early, 6am, and headed to the balloon festival. The launch window was 7am-9am. Well, after we arrived and paid $20/each to get in, yes even for RJ. *36 inches or shorter got in for free. Of course, my child was extra tall that day*
Bright side: the admission price covered the amusement rides, concerts and you could re-enter all day *as long as you kept your wristband*.
Not so bright side: The balloons didn’t launch and we had to wander around for a couple hours until all the other attractions opened.
Dark side: My child decided to remove his wristband and throw it away somewhere because he claimed it was coming off, though I repeatedly told him it wasn’t and to leave it alone.
Hell: The ticket booth would not replace his band without me paying another $20 because “they had to keep track of all bands”. One woman asked, “Well, how did he get it off!” Ummm lady he pulled on it, he’s 3 and it’s a wristband, not handcuffs! We’d planned to return for the evening launch, but I refused to pay another $20 before 4pm or $25 after 4pm. Besides the experience was ruined fro me because I was so pissed at that point.
A couple of pics before he tossed the band and lost his tball hat!
They inflated this balloon for people who stayed around after the launch was cancelled.
During all of this, I received a text and phone call from my brother. He wanted to know if we’d like to join him in Folly Beach. Partly because I’m a planner and this wasn’t my plan and partly because I was still perturbed at my child and the event, my first thought was NO! After I calmed down, my second thought was yes, but what about our dogs?! So, I told him we’d drive down early Sunday and return that evening. Then, I called PetsMart and asked if that had a room available for the girls, they did!! I told my brother, we’d be there the next morning and would spend the night.
Turns out RJ would get his trip to the beach after all! We had the BEST time! The house he rented was directly across the street from the beach. Though the weather forecast called for rain, not a drop fell. It was relaxing and fun. We grew up about 45 mins from Charleston, so our older brother, who I hadn’t seen in 2 years due to life and his deployment to Afghanistan, drove down and joined us for dinner Sunday night. We were going to leave early Monday morning, but I called PetsMart and extended the girls’ stay and we spent the entire day on the beach and came home Monday night. Our weekend was much better than anything I had planned.