As every summer approaches, you feel it swelling inside you – the desire to go to the beach.
And the desire to be a beach mum with relaxed, beachy, tousled hair, kids playing calmly off in the distance. That beach Mum. Yes. That will be you this year.
You will virtually move to the beach for the entire school holidays. You will end so many days with fish and chips and sunsets.
And then summer comes along, and with it, the heat. And with heat comes sweat. And with sweaty heat comes complaining, wriggly children. But you are Beach Mum. You’ve got this. Right?
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Living in a beach suburb opting out if going to the beach was not a choice. Going to the beach with babies and toddlers is like moving house but without hiring removalists to do the heavy lifting.
You can't read, sleep or do anything at the beach unless you're ok with kids drowning and those life savers are so judgemental.
You pack a lovely healthy/fun picnic lunch and the baby eats hand fulls of sand and the toddler will only eat anything from the nearest takeaway.
Best to go to the beach late afternoon, so you don't have to be there too long and if it's after 4pm you can skip the sun screen - really . After playing in the shallows for 20 minutes you suggest showering off so that you can get fish and chips which you eat sitting on the grass (so that you don't get sand in the car).
You put the children to bed as soon as you get home, after all they've already had a "bath" and dinner and you and your husband can sit back with a glass of wine. However, in the real world the kids wont sleep and you all end up siting on the lounge watching tv, until everyone fall asleep in a heap. And then next year you do it all again. It's great living at the beach, really.
I refuse to go!
I hate the beach! PERIOD!