Anyway, I am slightly ashamed to admit that I decided the best way to tackle the long weekend was to mostly spend it without the children, for my own sanity. Saturday was out of necessity as I had my friend who recently died of cancer's Celebration of Life service which was the entire day and not at all kid-friendly (and we were all a basket case all day so hardly "fun" other than stuffing my feelings with uncounted guava pastries from Porto's). Then Sunday I sort of last minute cobbled together a 1920s picnic for me and a friend - there's an historical picnic at a local homestead museum every year which I keep missing; this year I managed to go, and had a blast.
I'm not really a fan of the 20s because I find the styles pretty unflattering (and you pretty much have to wear modern clothes because real 20s stuff has disintegrated) but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Something about vintage reenactment has always fed my soul, ever since I was a little kid. I'm not sure if it's the romanticism or the escapism or what, but it works.
Memorial Day we had a "family fun day" at a local very popular beach. The beach parking lot was tiny, and after about twenty minutes some of the cars waiting for spots behind us got antsy and decided to drive around front and cut the long line and steal any new spots that opened up. Why people think it's ok to do things like that, I'll never understand. The Boyfriend, god bless 'im, jumped out of the car and started confronting the cheaters and directing them back to the back of the line. Most turned around in shame although a few did not. Later when I asked what he said to them he said he just pointed out that there were people ahead of them and what they were doing was not cool. I really commend him for standing up for us like that. God knows I wouldn't have had the balls.
We were able to have a really enjoyable time on the beach even though I spaced out and neglected to bring food, sand toys, enough water, or proper clothes. We went to dinner after and the boys were very well behaved and even actually ate something and we finally got them to bed by 11 (kind of an ongoing thing lately...boys rarely go to sleep before 10 but then don't wake up until 10 AM, either, which suits me just fine). So all in all a really nice day. Don't think I could have hacked more than one of those in a row, though!