Adoptive Mummy

Just before midday yesterday the hubster decided we were going to the seaside. We were already out anyway so could not prepare for such a trip as any sane person would, Boy had left his beloved Bunny at home, Girl had no coat, we had no towels, no food, no drinks, no bucket and spades, no spare clothes and all Girl wanted to do was look for creepy crawlies in the forest (which would have been a ten minute drive instead of a ninety-minute drive) and the weather was iffy at best. Everything indicated that this was a totally insane decision but off we went with a rumbling noise echoing round the car like a distant storm approaching (it was actually Girl moaning about not going to the forest).

Two hours later we arrived at our destination our heads spinning from the sound of Boy screaming his impatience for the last thirty minutes of the journey (please, please learn to use your words soon Boy), Girl’s insistence that she need a wee and that she hated long car journeys and wanted to go to the forest not the beach, the kids favourite songs on loop and me insisting on singing ‘Oh I Do Like to be Besides the Seaside!’ loudly and repeatedly for the end leg of the journey just to try and buoy up everybody’s flagging moods. Unfortunately I could only remember the first two lines of the song so there was a lot of pom-tiddly pom-pomming going on and not much else.

I can’t tell you how wrong I was about it being an insane idea; we had such a lovely day. The weather was good, the scenery just beautiful and revisiting a childhood haunt on a whim felt so indulgent it was the biggest treat ever. We ate fish and chips by our old caravan park, flew kites, paddled, the kids stripped down to their pants and nappies. We had not a care in the world and it was so joyful to be so carefree!

Now all I have to do is convince the hubster we need to buy a static caravan so we can do it more often!