Despite having Disneyland passes, which I am committed to getting my money's worth, my step daughter (12) recently claimed she prefers going to the beach than to Disneyland. This is the same girl who has gone to the beach a whopping 3 or 4 times in the past 2 years. Even though we are lucky enough to live 20minutes away. So in an attempt to being Stepmother of the year, I get up the following sunny Saturday morning to California-perfect weather so I decide it's a good day for the beach. I get everything ready for myself, my toddler and the 12 year old who's sleeping in at the time.
Once Sleeping Beauty wakes, I tell her we are having a beach day! Hooray! Right? This is the same girl who insisted she preferred the beach to thrill rides. Hmmm... well not so much as it turns out. She looks at me like I'm from another planet and says "I didn't mean that I wanted to go TODAY!". I say there's no time like the present, get dressed cause we're going. She stomps upstairs and comes back 2 minutes later, still in pajamas & is crying about not wanting to go to the beach. But not just whining-crying (which I can handle) we're talking hysterical crying, full-on balling her eyes out. I look at her, remind her that SHE said she "loves" the beach and that I was trying to do something fun together. I get a "you don't understand, I REALLY don't want to go". So I concede, because frankly, I'd rather not bring her at this point. I warn her she will not have a choice but to come during Spring Break, which is next week. Can you hear the enthusiasm in my voice? Ugh.
One thing I am sure of, if I could look back at myself at that age, I know going to the beach was not considered a form of torture.
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