I can’t quite believe that I actually did it!

The alarm went off and after 10 minutes of debating with myself, (it was like arguing with a child) I climbed over Ray and went for a walk. The morning was crisp, but there were plenty of people around. I kept to the paved path and walked so that I could still see the beach but didn’t have to deal with sand in my runners. The hour went quickly and by the time I returned the boys were up and having breakfast. My hair appointment was at 10:30am so Ray decided that he would fish while I was at the hairdresser. Caleb was left to decide which one of us he would most like to accompany. He eventually came to the conclusion that coming with me might actually be less time consuming than waiting for Ray to catch a fish worthy of eating (sorry Ray)! He packed some toys, snacks and the iPad to keep him entertained. 
The hairdresser sympathised with me about all the grey and went to work. She did mention that my hair was in great condition (I have plenty of regular “no hair dryer days” to thank for that) and she said whoever cut it last had done a good job keeping it straight (I have Ray and the kitchen scissors to thank for that !) 
We left the salon happy with the cut but my inner blonde was dying a terrible death. I haven’t had this much natural colour since I was in high school and then my natural colour WAS actually blonde. Since I won’t be seeing another hairdresser for 5 months, being my (now) natural brunette makes more sense but its still a shock when I look in the mirror.

Caleb and I wandered through the shops along the Esplanade and then walked back to the van. Ray called to say he had still had no luck with the fish so we encouraged him to stay there until something happened on the end of his line. An unlucky fisherman makes for a very grumpy husband indeed and we wanted to avoid that at all costs if we could. 
Caleb and I enjoyed our time together, and he kept saying, ” I love you mum, isn’t it good to have some Caleb and mum time”. We used to spend so much time together between school and car trekking to and fro everywhere, that I realised that it must be so different for Caleb to be with both of us for just about every hour of the day. 

Ray returned at 6pm with an empty bucket. He had a photo of a flounder that he caught and threw back, hankering for a bigger specimen. Alas, it wasn’t to be. 
He showered, and by the time he returned from the amenities block, I placed a favourite beverage in his hand and that seemed to make things a tad better. He hasn’t really had a lot of luck with fishing on this trip, but it’s not over yet!