Maybe Too Soon

I'm delighted to be spending time with two of my sons, the youngest of whom I hadn't seen months, but as I had suspected, getting around has been a bit of a problem. They are so sweet, moving everything out of my way that can be moved and helping me down slippery ramps, but even though I'm grateful for the help, I hate that I need it. Everyone wanted to go out to dinner tonight (my middle son's girlfriend arrived earlier this evening). I was worn out. I said they should just get me something and then go out someplace where they could sit down and relax. They wouldn't hear of it. They ordered food for all of us and are picking it up so we can all eat together. I don't want to set this kind of tone for the entire weekend; they are young and I want them to have fun. I don't want them to feel like they can't do anything because I might feel excluded. I'm just so glad to be out of my house and spending some time with my kids that I truly don't care if they go off and do whatever they want.

Our beach day turned out not to be what we had expected. The plan was to go to the tiki bar -- my youngest son's favorite place -- in Cocoa Beach. After lunch, I would sit in the restaurant reading and drinking iced tea while they went to the beach over the hill. Instead, a huge thunderstorm came up just as we ordered our meal. That ended up being fine. We all enjoy a nice storm at the beach, and I even had a mixed drink. My sons had several. There really wasn't much to do in Cocoa after we ate. We lingered at the table for a while, but the restaurant had gotten very crowded with all the displaced beachgoers. The other times we've been, we've pretty much had the whole place to ourselves.

Of course, I drove back. The effects of my one drink had long worn off -- we all ate a lot of food and were there for quite some time -- and there was no way I was letting them drive after their multiple drinks. We had a nice day despite it not being what we had planned. My kids are trying to convince me to take a dip in the pool here at the apartments. They said they'll help me in and I'll probably really enjoy it. I'm not committing to anything, but I might go for it tomorrow. Or I might not. I think getting me in and out of the pool may be more difficult than they think, and I don't want to risk damaging my foot. Even if it is too soon for me to be traveling, it sure feels good to be out of my house.