When I started this blog nearly four years ago, I had no idea what a huge impact it would have on my life. I started it on a whim, as an attempt to remind myself I still had a brain post-baby. It became a place to vent about my frustrations as a new mum, connect with other like-minded people and, eventually, lead to new work opportunities and some exceptionally fun experiences. But, today, I remembered the number one reason why I blog.
I have nearly four years of family adventures charted on this blog. I never intended for it to become an online scrapbook of sorts, but it has. Over the years I’ve blogged about our adventures on various holidays, mundane weekends just being at home, moving to a new place 200 miles away, Christmases, new houses and – recently – pregnancy and another new baby.
Although I have many of these memories stored away safely in my head, there are still moments that I remember with a smile when I read back on old posts. These are moments that would be lost in the midst of time had I not bothered to blog them. And so, here is another memory to add to the list – a family day out in Dartmouth.
You know those weekends where you don’t really do anything, except jobs around the house and trips to the supermarket and swimming lessons? And then, come Sunday night, you feel cheated of a weekend and inexplicably irritated with everything and everyone? Maybe it’s just me. Anyway, we’ve had a couple of weekends like that recently.
We made a plan on Friday night to make the most of our entire weekend this week and ignore the house and the To Do list. Best. Decision. Ever.
We’ve had some difficult days with Frog recently. General tiredness plus the overwhelming realisation that her baby sister is here to stay have led to a few epic tantrums and shouting – from both her and me. It’s felt like every word that’s come out of my mouth recently has been a negative one – “Don’t do that”, “No you can’t”, “By the time I count to three” etc. I can hear my voice and know I’m dealing with it all wrong but lack of sleep has led to lack of patience and the result is the two of us practically butting heads – and ultimately crying.
This weekend has marked a shift in dynamic. From Thursday onwards Frog knew it was almost the weekend and was a heck of a lot more cheerful because of it. And the same goes for me. So on Saturday morning we all scrambled to be out of the house early for her swimming lesson, before hitting the road to drive the half hour to Dartmouth.
We got on a boat and went for a little trip down the river, spotting a few seals on the way (EXCITING!). Drinking hot tea and watching the other boats bob by was strangely calming for all of us and we got off that boat beaming.
Then we wandered along the waterfront and picked up a fish and chip lunch (tip: Rockfish by the ferry does a very tasty fish and chips). We ate it looking out at the boats, with Frog chatting happily about the seals we just saw and how much she was enjoying her lunch – “THIS IS THE BEST LUNCH EVER!”.
We ate delicious ice-cream for pudding (because ice-cream is for ALL seasons, you know?) and then meandered through the mini Christmas market in the town square. There was music – which Frog danced to – and a juggler, which impressed us all. There was even mulled wine and, later that evening, a tantrum free bedtime.
A day to remember and a realisation we need to make more of weekends when we can.
How did you spend your Saturday?