Sometimes you just need to get out of the house, don’t you?
I love the school holidays. LOVE them. But I’ve been guilty this week of looking forward to my teacher husband being back at work so I can crack on and get some work done myself. In peace and quiet. Without a nagging husband or three year old hassling me for things. Today I made a decision to stop attempting the juggle and get out of the house.
Work deadlines are knocking at my door. Forms need to be filled in for important things. Phone calls need to be made. Washing needs to be done. Carpets need to be hoovered. But today, after another hour of grumpiness and raised voices, anger from a three year old who is bored, a husband who wants to be left to sleep or potter about on his own and me – torn, frazzled and in the middle of it all – I threw my hands in the air and said enough is enough.
We were going out. Together. As a family. With smiles on our faces and a positive attitude, even if it bloody well killed us.
Turned out to be the best decision I’ve made all week.
We paddled in the sea, jumped tiny waves and drew letters in the sand. Frog and the NLM went searching for shells and I resisted the urge to check my phone, instead wasting a good five minutes making a beach garden in the sand.
We returned home calmer and less shouty.
My new-found serenity couldn’t even be shattered by my three year old putting my favourite candle down the toilet, “cleaning the germs” off the toilet seat with my posh soap, or drawing in biro on my brand new tablecloth.
The beach really does do wonders.