We had been planning a mini holidays for ages, saved every penny from sales at my hobby shop and a few bob from birthdays and ended up with a nice little stash to spend on making some memories. At first, once I had that money I just counted it, ooh'ed at its quantity and returned it to its safe little home in my rusty piggy bank. My old piggy bank looked kind of proud that we'd scraped the money together, I felt kind of mean robbing him blind in broad daylight.
The week before we went away we cancelled everything. My daughters molars were cutting and that meant I had not slept more than an hour in a row for two weeks. Driving 8hours would not be a good idea in my sleep deprived condition. We were pretty devastated, when I say we, I mean I was devastated, my daughter was chewing on her disney princess baby's toes and my husband was mildly exhausted listening to a whingy wife and teething daughter.
For the week I fantasised about having a holiday and two days before we left my daughter started sleeping and I felt more like a human being again. I always loved sleeping, but I did not realise that I would actually need it to function. Before my daughter was born I took sleep for granted. I apologise to you, sleep! Back to the story tho... I felt more like a human being. I even started brushing my hair and making sure the brush actually did its job, rather than running the brush thru my mass of waves and hoping it somehow tamed the mess before heading for the coffee machine. I started thinking my fantasy of getting away was possible. Which meant we had to book hotels and make plans.
Did I say make plans? I did, didn't I! Well, we booked a hotel but plans. No plans! I think that is what made this getaway so divine. We left early on the Friday and after a few hours, our hazy plan for where we were staying that night fell thru. So we stopped on the coast and chilled at the beach, intending to return home. I decided I would call it a 'day trip' and a 'teaser' to our weekend away. It was so freeing to just pull out our swimwear, grab a towel, our packed lunch and enjoy the sun. No pressure. No concern that our holiday would be one day short, because this was a part of the fun. Doing something different.
The beach was amazing. My daughter crawling across the sandy beach into the surf, her joy at the small waves rushing to her. I do admit I was not as quick to save her from the waves as I would like. But how was I to know she would continue to crawl into the surf without fear of the waves hitting her? She seemed quite offended when one hit her chest and splashed her a bit in the face. I did rescue her tho, because that is what mummies do. We even chased the waves together up and down the beach. Her squeals of joy are a memory I will always cherish. I will purposely forget the big wave that I didn't see coming and nearly drowned us. I swear the lifeguard moved his chair closer to the waves because of our near drowning. (I know you think I am exaggerating about the lifeguard but he moved a good 10metres closer to the waves).
Once we were done at the beach we decided we should probably head home. I pulled out my phone and realised there we masses of missed messages. My husbands phone had a few too. Lots of calls from extended family trying to let us know we could stay with them! Such an unexpected and lovely surprise. After a few calls we were back on the road!
Once we caught up with family it seemed like time flew by. All the kids seemed to have grown up and turned into mini versions of the my generation, just with more tech and YouTube. The rest of us just became old! Although several hours away, family is where you belong. No matter how long it has been since I have seen everyone, it just feels like home when everyone is together.
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