A Trip to the Beach

We decided to take our sons to the beach on Sunday.  After waiting in a searing hot car with the kids in the driveway because my husband is late for everything, we drove point pleasant.  The closer we got the more excited Brian got and the more anxious Cole got.  After my husband I argued about what streets to take while the kids argued in the back, my favorite flip flops broke.   I scorched my feet on the pavement as we searched for a store to buy an inexpensive pair of flip flops.  by then Cole was in full pissed off mode and asked if we could just go back home.  Instead I dropped my husband and Brian off at he boardwalk...the poor kid just wanted to get his feet wet! And found out the beach was closing.  By now Coleman and I were parked on a side street and the aggravation level was at its peak. He crawled into the truck which u can do from the back seat and some how squeezed his gigantic body in with the cases of hot diet Pepsi.  My husband called and I heard Brian crying in the background.  I sighed and got out of the car.  I opened the trunk and told my son to get out of it.  When he asked why I told him that it was against the law and I couldn't afford another ticket.  He climbed out and we went to pickup my husband and a very disappointed Brian.  Then we went home.

Can you believe that shit?  My favorite pair of flip flops, which I got from Duane Reade 2 years ago broke..DAMN!  I just did not see that coming and I just don't know how I'm gonna move on from this.