There was a lot of juggling, babies here and there, a house sitter for the puppy and everything finally fell together. We were packed up and just waiting for me to be done working so we could jump in the car and head to the beach. Got all loaded, sat in ferry traffic and had just made it across the bridge when there was a distinct thunking under
He came and looked and turns out some little piece had broken off and the spark plug had come loose. It wasn't drivable so he attached a tow rope, we loaded all the kids in his truck and let Dee man the wheel of mine and towed us back to the island. Poor Dee! She was a rock star and white knuckled her way through it. He fixed it enough for us to drive home until he got the parts for a true repair. Now 2 hours later than we were hoping, we drew names for who got shotgun in which car and headed out. You would think that would be easy, but one of our guys has some anxiety issues and the minute we got rolling again, the tears came. My heart breaks for him, as I try to look at the bright side "we weren't in an accident, we're all fine, we are just getting a late start, we will get to the beach soon" Finally got him calmed down, yes it was stressful, yes it was scary but all in all it was ok.
We finally got to the hotel around 10:30, said a quick Hi to Nana and Papa and tried our best to get kids settled in to go to bed. Looking forward to some stormy ocean beach time with the family. Incredibly thankful for our friends who are there to support us, help with short ones, rescue us when we get stuck and listen when I need to vent about it. We are here, we are safe, we are enjoying some desperately needed core family time.