Yesterday we spontaneously went to the beach. It was a last minute decision, DH was off and now working so we felt we could afford it. After a decent day on the beach the kids were tired and one was sunburned. We went to the boardwalk on the next town over for dinner and ice cream. It was late we were leaving, it was after their bedtime and we were not even at the car yet. The meter was about to expire and the sunburned kid was cooked. Dh stopped with one kid to grab a cone a few yards from the car. The little one was sitting on a bench barely able to keep her eyes open. A man I recognized walks up to me and tells me my uncle was a few blocks away sitting on the boardwalk. I haven't seen him in months and know he is pretty down since my aunt's death. But, Dh was freaking about the meter (its a monster ticket in this town.) we said we'd walk back to the car and let him and the kids wait in the car while I run back to say hi. By the time we get the kids loaded, they;'re both crying, we had over done it. I wasn't sure where he was and we could not get parking anywhere closer to where we thought he was. DH said forget it it is too late, the kids are too fried. It's a two and a half hour ride. We went home. I feel really guilty. If we had spotted him earlier I would have loved to have seen him. I was afraid if I got to see him even he'd want us to stay and talk. I think I made the wrong decision, but I am not sure how I could have done otherwise. Did I do wrong??