Crazy Crappy Day

Today was the last day at the beach and in South Padre. I really enjoyed our trip down to south Texas. We had so much fun. The strange thing was, Mom and I seemed kind of rushed the whole trip.

We had arranged for a late check out of the hotel, so the day was supposed to have us going to the beach, swim a little, clean up pack and out of the hotel by 1:00, lunch in Brownsville then travel to San Antonio and arrive by 8:00. Sounds like a good plan, right?

We woke up, and the hotel we were at last night had a "breakfast." It was probably the crappiest breakfast I have ever seen. Of course, MOM of the YEAR told the kids they could eat the leftover pizza for breakfast. Major happened to be in the worst mood and didn't want to go to the beach. So after a brief "discussion" of who would take the older boys to the beach left me putting on my swim suit and Major finally agreeing to go.

Our hotel was only a block to the beach, but Major cried the entire time. We got to the beach and got all our stuff set up and Michael and Mavrick wanted me to walk out to a sandbar with them. I didn't want to. You see, I was a bit frightened. I don't like to go out into water that I can't see my feet. I will walk out that far, but when it gets to where I can't see my toenail polish I have gone far enough. So, with Major still crying and sitting on my hip, I started walking with all the boys and then I couldn't go anymore. Mavrick's face was burning. Major was crying. I was scared. So the three of us headed back to the hotel. Before we could get back to the car, Michael flagged us down and said it was too rough and that he and mom were going to go too. The whole trip to the beach was a bummer today.

We went to the pool and the boys swam while I washed the sand off of our stuff and mom went and vacuumed out the car. We got cleaned up and packed and loaded the car all by 1:00. Then we headed to Brownsville. It was a good opportunity for the boys to see a boarder town and experience a different culture. We had a not so good lunch that was made at a local restaurant. Then we walked around down town. So, Michael was scared. He kept saying it was a bad place and he didn't want to stay. The entire time he was freaked out. The whole trip to Brownsville was not a cool experience for Michael.

We got on the road headed north by 4:00. I started trying to get us a hotel in San Antonio about 5:00. Every time I would think I had a reservation made, we would lose service. I worked on this crap till I had a headache. Once I finally got a room reserved - like 2 hours later, mom says "we are almost out of gas, the light is on and it is 56 miles to the next gas station. I said a little prayer. I know mom was praying too. And out of no where, BEFORE we ran out of gas, there was a station that was not on the GPS. Yeah God! We were so thankful to have made it!

As we pulled up, mom jumped out to run to the restroom. As she got out, she took the keys out of the ignition and laid them on the console. However, I didn't know that, and when I got out I looked for the keys in the ignition and since they were not there, I locked the doors and went inside with the rest of the boys. Everyone had a potty break and we went back out to the car to find it locked. Ugggghhhh! Mom went in to try to make some phone calls. I started looking for someone who looked like they might know how to break into a car. It didn't take long till I had asked a guy who had a friend who knew a guy ... it wasn't very long until we had four men working on getting the car unlocked. And it wasn't long after that that they had the car door open. Thank you God!

We finally ended up in San Antonio about 9:00, so glad that the day is over because we are DONE!