On One of Those Days

I lay in the sand with Cassidy in my arms who continued to cry for the first hour. The wind whipped up the sand and stung your skin and there was no cover to be had. The sun shone down bright and hot and the waves crashed high. Ring-billed gulls hovered about waiting for the opportunity to pilfer anything edible you might have once you stepped away from your wares. When we got back to my mom's house I had grains of sand stuck all over my body and lake grass/weed as well. Cassidy stopped crying for all of about 30 minutes until she took her nap and I had to endure the conversation of two PMSing women. And I wouldn't have traded that day for the world.