Sunburned Sunday

The oldest kid and I had to work a tournament by ourselves yesterday. First time we’ve done that – usually the hubby is the main man at these things, but yesterday we had 2 events 200 miles apart. The event went very smooth, with minimal problems and we wrapped up on time and with happy players. The only problem? During the splitting of the Needed Supplies, the bottle of sunscreen ended up in his box, not mine.

We pack sunscreen in the Needed Supplies box because, when we’re heading out in the dark at 5am, we don’t remember that we’re going to need sunscreen in a few hours. We’re lucky to remember to put on shoes.

So yesterday I got schooled in the “don’t let hubby pack the supplies box” department of learning.

So I was a bit hurting today, and had to spend the day cleaning house to make up for a week of heavy work and short days. I’ve already had one oversized glass of wine tonight, and I’m pretty sure the next one is going to send me off to bed with a book.

While we worked Princess got to spend 13 hours with her grandfather, then her aunt and cousin, and a large part of it was at the beach. She had even more fun than we did. Then woke up this morning with her lungs congested (”Mom, I can’t breath!”) and a cough. I’m hoping this isn’t a sign that we are in for a rough season with Red Tide, because if we do this is one beach-lovin’ child will not get to spend much time at the beach during the outbreak. She has seemed especially sensitive to it in the past.

I’m off to aloe up and try to ward off the evil peel, then crack open the eReader. And if you’re counting*, there’s only 14 more days of school until summer break is officially in progress.

(*Summer Camp registration starts at noon tomorrow. Don’t be late.)