Step One and Beach Vacay

I am just now pausing to breathe (and not really, because I'm working while I type this post) after the whirlwind of a week we've had.

So, in case you're not one of the twelve million people I've been complaining to for the past two years (gotta' cut that out, I know), you may or may not know that my husband took the biggest test of his medical school years on Monday. Whew. Thank the Lord that it's over! All day Monday, I was just a huge ball of stress. We got up that morning, and it was one of those everything-really-needs-be-perfectly-smooth-before-this-major-thing mornings. You know.

So after I dropped my husband off (at 7:15 am), the baby friend and I ran about five errands and then came home for Momma to pack for baby friend, Momma, and Daddy, and then load everything in the car in an organized manner. Super. That was fun to do with zero help.

While I was waiting for my husband to come out of the test center, one person that I'd never seen before came out crying and then there were all these people pacing around. I nearly barfed in my just-cleaned and perfectly-organized car. I just wanted to see my man come out with a smile on his face. And then, finally after ten excruciatingly long minutes, he did.

Thank. You. God.

So then, we left for the beach! Woo hoo!

Not so fast.

We had one of those Mapquest mishaps, which led to a collosal argument and circling Little Rock for one hour. Yes, my friend, one hour. And yes, I have lived here since I was four. In all fairness, though, my brain just wasn't functioning on Monday.

So we got in at 1:45 am, and were all asleep by 3.

And we had an awesome time at the beach! We stayed in Gulf Shores, in this house...

We ate delicious Seafood...

And little man stuffed his face everywhere we went...

I propped my feet up a lot...

My son rode on a motorcycle...

Little man did a lot of coloring and screaming (when Momma would pull the crayons out of his mouth)...

We visited the USS Alabama...

And we had wonderful, sweet family time playing on the beach...

I didn't take as many pictures as I usually do, but I was just so overjoyed to see my husband and my son getting so much quality time together that I soaked every second right up. My little tiny was just elated. He was over the moon to get Daddy all to himself! It was perfect.

And then we drove home. You know the routine.

The hubbs suggests a different route home. We add two extra hours onto an already long car trip. A bit of shouting about purchasing a GPS (we've had that discussion forty million times). A ton of fast food. And a solemn vow that when my man starts bringing home a paycheck, we will be flying, and not driving, on family vacations. :)